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"Una tfje ransonutr of tfje Horn sfjall return, 
mti rome to 2ion fcoitf) songs anfc eberlasting fcg 
upon tfjeir rjeaos : trjeg sfjall ofctatn jog ano filao- 
■uss, anU sorrofco anti stgfjinjj stall fUe aioajj." 
—Isaiah 35 : 10. 


16 & 18 Jacob St., N. Y. 



Abide with me ! Fast falls the eventide, 60 

As when the weary traveller gains, 20 

Be still my heart ; these anxious cares, 30 

Blessed are the sons of God, 28 

Call Jehovah thy salvation, 7 

Cheer up, desponding soul, 3S 

Cheer up, my soul, there is a mercy-seat, 45 

Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, 41 

Eternal Source of every joy, 23 

Fairest Lord Jesus, 42 

Father, I know that all my life, 11 

Father, I long, I faint to see, 74 

Feeble, helpless, how shall I, 53 

Forever with the Lord, oh ! can it be, 71 

For what shall I praise Thee, my God and my 

King, 46 

From the recesses of a lowly spirit, 54 

Go and tell Jesus why thy heart is full, 36 

God that mad'st the earth and heaven, 68 

Gracious Jesus, Lord most dear, 65 

Hail tranquil hour of closing day, 22 

High in the heavens, eternal God, 27 

I am weary of straying, oh ! fain would I rest,. . 8 

I come to Thee to-night, 43 

In the mid silence of the voiceless night, €2 

It is the Lord, enthroned in light, 81 

Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep, 4S 

Jesus, the only thought of Thee, 39 

Jesus, the sinner's friend, to Thee, 47 

Just as thou art, without one trace, 51 

Lead, Saviour, lead amid the encircling gloom,.. 16 

Lord, I am come alone with Thee, 17 

Lord, I believe ; Thy power I own, 64 

My faith looks up to Thee, 33 

My Father's home, my childhood's dream, 72 

My God, accept my heart this day, 35 

My God, I love Thee, not because, 53 

My God, whose gracious pity I may claim, 6 

My life's a shade ; my days, 73 

My prayer to the promise shall cling, 3 

My Saviour, on the word of truth, .. 61 

My spirit longeth for Thee, . ... 37 

My spirit on Thy care, 56 

Nay, I can not let Thee go, 10 

New every morning is the love, 13 

No, no, it is not dying, 70 

Now to the Lord a noble song, 32 

Oh ! bless the Lord, my soul, 69 

Oh ! how the thought of God attracts, 21 

Oh ! it is hard to work for God, 9 

Lord ! how happy should we be 59 


One prayer I have, all prayers in one, 84 

One sweetly solemn thought, 5 

Thou! by long experience tried, 44 

Thou ! from whom all mercy springs, 12 

Thou ! that hear'st the prayers of faith, 29 

Thou ! whose gently chastening hand, 4 

Our Father ! through the coming year, 1 

Poor and needy though I be, 55 

Still, still with Thee when purple morning break- 

eth, 19 

Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve, 20 

Teach me, my God and King, 25 

That mystic word of Thine, sovereign Lord, . . 5 ) 

The wanderer no more shall roam, 52 

Thou boundless source of every good, 15 

Though some good things of lower worth, 67 

Thy home is with the humble, Lord, 49 

Thy way, not mine, Lord, 2 

Thy will be done. In devious way, 13 

'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze, 14 

Vainly through night's weary hours, 24 

Weary, Lord, of struggling here, 40 

We would see Jesus, for the shadows lengthen, . 70 

What is this that steals upon my frame, 75 

When wakened by Thy voice of power, . r »7 

While dead in trespasses I lie, 03 

¥es, I do feel, my God, that I am Thine, 06 

•• ^rafse ge t$e Hortj : for ft is flooti to sfnjj 
praises unto our CSotJ ; for it is pleasant; auto 
praise is comelfi."— Psalm 14T: 1. 




41 It is not in man that walketh to direct his steps.** 

Jer. 10 : 23. 

Our Father! through the coming year 
We know not what shall be ; 

But we would leave without a fear 
Its ordering all to Thee. 

It may be we shall toil in vain 
For what the world holds fair ; 

And all the good we thought to gain, 
Deceive and prove but care. 

It may be it shall darkly blend 

Our love with anxious fears, 
And snatch away the valued friend, 

The tried of many years. 

It may be it shall bring us days 
And nights of lingering pain ; 

And bid us take a farewell gaze 
Of these loved haunts of men. 

But calmly, Lord, on Thee we rest ; 

No fears our trust shall move ; 
Thou knowest what for each is best, 

And Thou art Perfect Love. 


«* Thou wilt show me the path of life." Psalm 16 : 11. 

Thy way, not mine, Lord ! 

However dark it be ; 
Lead me by Thine own hand, 

Choose out the path for me. 

Smooth let it be, or rough, 

It will be still the best ; 
Winding or straight, it matters not, 

It leads me to Thy rest. 

I dare not choose my lot, 

I would not if I might ; 
Choose Thou for me, God I 

So shall I walk aright. 


The kingdom that I seek 

Is Thiue ; so let the way 
That leads to it be Thine, 

Else 1 must surely stray. 

Take Thou my cup, and it 

With joy or sorrow fill, 
As best to Thee may seem ; 

Choose Thou my good and ill. 

Choose Thou for me my friends, 

My sickness or my health ; 
Choose Thou my cares for me, 

My poverty or wealth. 

Not mine, not mine the choice 

In things or great or small ; 
Be Thou my guide, my strength, 

My wisdom and my all. 



u If ye shall ask anything in my name, I will do it." 

John 14: 14. 

My prayer to the promise shall cling — 
I will not give heed to a doubt ; 

For I ask for the one needful thing 
V» r hich I can not be happy without 


A spirit of lowly repose 

In the love of the Lamb that was slain 
A heart to be touched with His woes, 

And a care not to grieve Him again ; 

The peace that my Saviour has bought, 
The cheerfulness nothing can dim, 

The love that can bring every thought 
Into perfect obedience to Him ; 

The wisdom His mercy to own 

In the way he directs me to take — 

To glory in Jesus alone, 

And to love and do good for His sake 

All this Thou hast offered to me 
In the promise whereon I will rest ; 

For faith, my Saviour ! in Thee, 
Is the substance of all my request. 

Thy word has commanded my prayer, 
Thy Spirit has taught me to pray ; 

And all my unholy despair 
Is ready to vanish away. 

Thou wilt not be weary of me, 

Thy promise my faith shall sustain ; 

And soon, very soon shall I see 
I have not been asking in vain. 




"Now no chastening for tLe present seemeth to 
be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless, afterward 
it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto 
them which are exercised thereby." Heb. 12:11. 

Thou whose gently chastening hand 
In mercy deals the blow I 

Make but Thy servant understand 
"Wherefore Thou layest me low ! 

1 ask Thee not the rod to spare 
"While thus Thy love I see ; 

But oh ! let every suffering bear 
Some message, Lord, from Thee I 

Perhaps an erring wish I knew 

To read my future fate, 
And Thou wouldst say: "Thy days are few, 

And vain thy best estate." 

Perhaps Thy glory seemed my choice, 

While I secured my own, 
And thus my kind Reprover's voice 

Tells me He works alone ! 

Oh ! silence Thou this murmuring will, 

Nor bid Thy rough wind stay. 
Till with a furnace hotter still 

My dross is purged away ! 


" Here have we no continuing city, but we seek 
one to come." Heb. 13 : 14. 

One sweetly solemn thought 
Comes to me o'er and o'er : 

I'm nearer home to-day 
Than I've ever been before. 

Nearer my Father's house, 
"Where many mansions be ; 

Nearer the great white throne, 
Nearer the jasper sea ; 

Nearer the bound of life, 

Where we lay our burdens down ; 
Nearer leaving my cross, 

Nearer wearing my crown. 

But lying darkly between, 

Winding down through the nighty 

Is that dim and unknown stream 
Which leads at last to light. 

Father ! perfect my trust, 
Strengthen my feeble faith ; 

Let me feel as if I trod 

The shore of the River Deaths 



For even now my feet 

May stand upon its brink- 

I may be nearer home, 
Nearer now than I think. 


"When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, 
then Thou knewest my path. 1 " Psalm 142 : 3. 

My God, whose gracious pity I may claim, 
Calling Thee Father — sweet, endearing 

name — 
The sufferings of this weak and weary frame 
All, all are known to Thee. 

From human eye 'tis better to conceal 
Much that I suffer, much I hourly feel ; 
But oh! this thought does tranquillize and 
heal — 

All, all is known to Thee. 

Each secret conflict with indwelling sin, 
Each sickening fear I ne'er the prize shall win ; 
Each pang from irritation, turmoil, din, 
All, all, is known to Thee. 


"When in the morning unrefreshed I wake, 
Or in the night but little sleep I take, 
This brief appeal, submissively I make — 
AH, all is known to Thee. 

Nay, all by Thee is ordered, chosen, planned ; 
Each drop that fills my daily cup, Thy hand 
Prescribes for ills none else can understand. 
All, all is known to Thee. 

The effectual means to hate what I deplore, 
In me Thy longed-for likeness to restore ; 
Self to dethrone, never to govern more — 
All, all are known to Thee. 

And this continual feebleness — this state 
Which seemeth to unnerve and incapacitate— 
"Will work the cure my hopes and fears await. 
That can I leave to Thee. 

And welcome, precious, can Thy Spirit make 
My little drop of suffering for Thy sake ; 
Father, the cup I drink, the path I take- 
All, all is to known to Theo. 



" He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most 
High Bhall abide under the shadow of the Al- 
mighty." Psalm 91 : 1. 

Call Jehovah thy salvation, 

Rest beneath the Almighty's shade, 
In His secret habitation 

Dwell, nor ever be dismayed ; 
There no tumult can alarm thee, 

Thou shalt dread no hidden snare ; 
Guile nor violence can harm thee, 

In eternal safeguard there. 

From the sword, at noon-day wasting, 

From the noisome pestilence, 
In the depth of midnight blasting, 

God shall be thy sure defense. 
Fear not thou the deadly quiver, 

When a thousand feel the blow ; 
Mercy shall thy soul deliver, 

Though ten thousand be laid low. 

Thee, though winds and waves be swelling,, 
God, thine hope, shall bear through all, 

Plague shall not come near thy dwelling, 
Thee no evil shall befall : 


He shall charge His angel-legions 
Watch and ward o'er thee to keep, 

Though thou walk in hostile regions, 
Though in desert wilds thou sleep. 

Since, with pure and true affection, 

Thou on God hast set thy love, 
With the wings of His protection 

He will shield thee from above : 
Thou shalt call on Him in trouble, 

He will hearken, He will save ; 
Here for grief reward thee double, 

Crown with life beyond the grave. 



"For they that say such things, declare plainly 
that they seek a country." Hebrews 11 : 14. 

I am weary of straying — oh ! fain would I 

In the far distant land of the pure and the 

blest ; 
Where sin can no longer her blandishments 

Arjd tears and temptation forever have fled. 


I am weary of hoping — where hope is un- 

As fair but as fleeting as morning's bright 

I long for that land whose blest promise alone 

Is changeless and sure as eternity's throne. 

I am weary of sighing o'er sorrows of earth, 

O'er joy's glowing visions that fade at their 
birth ; 

O'er the pangs of the loved, that we can not 
assuage ; 

O'er the blightings of youth, and the weak- 
ness of age. 

I am weary of loving what passes away — 
The sweetest, the dearest, alas! may not 

I long for that land where these partings are 

And death and the tomb can divide hearts 

no more. 

I am weary, my Saviour, of grieving Thy 
love ; 

Oh ! when shall I rest in Thy presence 
above ? 

I am weary — but oh ! let me never repine, 

While Thy word and Thy love and Thy pro- 
mise are mine. 




" He that overcometh shall inherit all things, and 
I will be his God and he shall be my son." Rev. 21 : 7 

Oh ! it is hard to work for God. 

To rise and take His part 
Upon this battle-field of earth, 

And not sometimes lose heart. 

He hides Himself so wondrously 

As though there were no God ; 
He is least seen when all the powers 

Of ill are most abroad. 

It is not so, but so it looks ; 

And we lose courage then ; 
And doubts will come if God hath kept 

His promises to men. 

Ah I God is other than we think, 

His ways are far above, 
Far beyond reason's height, and reached 

Only by childlike love. 

Workmen of God ! oh ! lose not heart, 

But learn what God is like ; 
And in the darkest battle-field 

Thou shalt know where to strike. 


Oh ! blest is he to whom is giveL. 

The instinct that can tell 
That God is on the field, when He 

Is most invisible. 

And blessed is he who can divine 
Where real right doth lie, 

And dares to take the side that seem 
"Wrong to man's blindfold eye 1 


44 I will not let Thee go, except Thou bless me." 
Gen. 32 : 2fc. 

* Nay, I can not let Thee go, 
Till a blessing Thou bestow ; 
Do not turn away Thy face — 
Mine's an urgent, pressing ca3e ! 

Dost Thou ask me who I am ? 

Ah ! my Lord, Thou know'st my name f 

Yet the question gives a plea, 

To support my suit with Thee. 

Thou didst once a wretch behold, 
In rebellion blindly bold, 
Scorn Thy grace, Thy power defy •-• 
That poor rebel, Lord, was I. 


Once a sinner near despair, 
Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer; 
Mercy heard and set him free — 
Lord, that mercy came to me. 

Many years have passed since then, 
Many changes I have seen, 
Yet have been upheld till now ; 
"Who could hold me up but Thou ? 

Thou hast helped in every need ; 
This emboldens me to plead ; 
After so much mercy past, 
Canst Thou let me sink at last ? 

No — I must maintain my hold — 
? Tis Thy goodness makes me bold ; 
I can no denial take, 
When I plead for Jesus' sake. 

J. Newtox. 


11 1 have learned in whatsoever state I am, there- 
with to be content." Phil. 4 : 11. 

Father, I know that all my life 

Is portioned out for me, 
And the changes that will surely come, 

I do not fear to see : 
But I ask Thee for a present mind, 

Intent on pleasing Thee. 


I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, 
Through constant watching wise, 

To meet the glad with joyful smiles, 
And to wipe the weeping eyes j 

And a heart at leisure from itself, 
To soothe and sympathize. 

I ask Thee for the daily strength, 

To none who ask denied ; 
And a mind to blend with outward life, 

While keeping at Thy side, 
Content to fill a little space, 

If Thou be glorified. 

And if some things I do not ask 

In my cup of blessing be, 
I would have my spirit filled the more 

With grateful love to Thee — 
And careful less to serve Thee much, 

Than to please Thee perfectly. 

In a service which Thy love appoints, 

There are no bonds for me, 
For my inmost soul is taught " the truth," 

That makes Thy children "free;" 
And a life of self-renouncing love 

Is a life of liberty. 




" Call upon me in the day of trouble : I will deliver 
thee, and thou shalt glorify me." Psalm 50 : 15. 

Thou from whom all mercy springs I 
Compassionate my sufferings, 

And pity me 

That trust in Thee ! 
Oh ! shelter with Thy shady wings, 

Until these storms of woe 

Clear up or overblow. 

Thee I invoke, Thou most High, 
Thou All-performer ! from the sky 

Thy angels send ; 

Let them defend 
My soul from him that would destroy : 

Oh I send Thy mercy down — 

With truth Thy promise crown ! 



v "It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not con- 
sumed, because His compassions fail not. They 
are new every morning ; great is Thy faithfulness " 
Lam 3 : 22, 23- 

New every morning is the love 
Our wakening and uprising prove ; 
Through sleep and darkness safely brought, 
Restored to life and power and thought. 


New mercies each returning day, 

Hover around us while we pray; 

New perils past, new sins forgiven, 

New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven 

If in our daily course our mind 
Be set to hallow all we find, 
New treasures still, of countless price, 
God will provide for sacrifice. 

Old friends, old scenes will lovelier be 
As more of heaven in each we see : 
Some softening gleam of love and prayer 
Shall dawn on every cross and care. 

We need not bid, for cloistered cell, 
Our neighbor and our work farewell, 
Nor strive to wind ourselves too high 
For sinful man beneath the sky. 

The trivial round, the common task, 
Would furnish all we ought to ask ; 
Room to deny ourselves ; a road 
To bring us, daily, nearer God. 

Seek we no more ; content with these, 
Let present rapture, comfort, ease, 
As Heaven shall bid them, come and go • 
The secret this, of rest below. 


Only, Lord ! in Thy dear love 
Fit us for perfect rest above ; 
And help us this and every day 
To live more nearly as we pray. 



"Abide with us ; for it is toward evening, and the 
iay is far spent." Luke 24 : 29. 

'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze 
Fast fading from our wistful gaze ; 
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight 
The last faint pulse of quivering night. 

Sun of my soul I Thou Saviour dear, 
It is not night if Thou art near : 
Oh ! may no earth-born cloud arise 
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. 

When the soft dews of kindly sleep 
My wearied eyelids gently steep, 
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest 
Forever on my Saviour's breast. 

Abide with me from morn till eve, 
For without Thee I can not live : 
Abide with me when night is nigh, 
For without Thee I dare not die. 


If some poor wandering child of Thine, 
Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine, 
Now Lurd, the gracious work begin ; 
Let him lie down no more in sin. 

Watch by the sick : enrich the poor 
"With blessings from Thy boundless store : 
Be every mourner's sleep to-night, 
Like infant's slumbers pure and light. 

Come near and bless us when we wake, 
Ere through the world our way we take ; 
Till in the ocean of Thy love, 
We lose ourselves in heaven above. 



"In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall 
direct thy paths." Proy. 3 : 6. 

Thou boundless Source of every good 1 

Our best desires fulfill : 
Help us to adore Thy sovereign grace, 

And mark Thy sovereign will. 

In all Thy mercies may our souls 
Tlw bounteous goodness see ; 

Nor let the gifts Thy grace imparts 
Kstiange our hearts from Thee. 


Teach, us in time of deep distress, 

To own Thy hand, God ! 
And in submissive silence learn 

The lessons of Thy rod. 

In every changing scene of life, 

Whate'er that scene may be, 
Give us a meek and humble mind, 

A mind at peace with Thee. 

Do Thou direct our souls aright ; 

Help us Thy name to fear : 
Oh ! give us grace to w r atch and pray, 

And strength to persevere. 

Then may we close our eyes in death. 

Free from distracting care ; 
For death is life — and labor rest, 

If Thou art with us there. 

pratt's coll. 


" I will lead them in paths they have not known." 

Is.42: 1G. 

Lead, Saviour, lead, amid the encircling gloom 

Lead Thou me on : 
The night is dark, and I am far from home, 

Lead Thou me on. 
Keep Thou my feet, I do not ask to see 
The distant scene — one step enough for me. 


1 was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou 

ShoulcTst lead me on ; 
I loved to choose and see my path, but now 

Lead Thou me on. 
I loved the glare of day, and, spite of fears, 
Pride ruled my will: remember not past yearn 

Sc long Thy power hath blessed me — sure it 
Will lead me on, 
O'er vale and hill, through stream and tor- 
rent, till 

The night is gone, 
And, with the morn, those angel-faces smile 
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. 
boxar's hymn book. 


M Draw nigh to God and He will draw nigh to you." 

Jambs 4: 3. 

Lord, I am come alone with Thee ! 
Thy voice to hear, Thy face to see, 

And feel Thy presence near ; 
It is not fancy's lovely dream, 
Though wondrous e'en to faith it seem 

That Thou dost wait me here. 


A moment from this outward life, 
Its service, self-denial, strife, 

I joyfully retreat ; 
My soul through intercourse with Thee 
Strengthened, refreshed, and calmed shall be, 

Its scenes again to meet. 

How sweet, how solemn thus to lie 
And feel Jehovah's searching eye 

On me well pleased can rest ! 
Because with His Beloved Son, 
The Father's grace has made me one, 

I must be always blest. 

The secret pangs I could not tell 

To dearest friend — Thou knowest well; 

They claim Thy gracious heart ; 
Thou dost remove with tender care, 
Or sweetly give me strength to bear 

The sanctifying smart. 

Thou knowest I have a cross to bear ; 
The needful stroke Thou dost not spare, 

To keep me near Thy side ; 
But when I see the chastening rod 
In Thy pierced hand, my Lord, my God I 

I feel so satisfied ! 

Now, while I tell Thee how, within, 
I oft indulge my bosom sin, 
How faithless oft I prove ; 


No cold repulse, no frown I meet, 
But tender, soul-subduing, sweet 
Is the rebuke of Love. 


•• Not my will, but Thine be done." Luke 22 : 42. 

Thy will be done ! In devious way 

The hurrying stream of life may run ; 

Yet still our grateful hearts shall say, 

Thy will be done ! 

Thy will be done ! If o'er us shine 
A gladdening and a prosperous sun, 
This prayer shall make it more divine : 
Thy will be done ! 

Thy will be done ! Though shrouded o'er 
Our path with gloom, one comfort, one 
Is ours — to breathe, while we adore, 
Thy will be done ! 



" When I awake I am still with Thee." Ps. 139 : IS. 

Still, still with Thee — when purple morning 
When the bird waketh, ana the shadows 


Fairer than morning, lovelier than the day- 
Dawns the sweet consciousness I am with 

Alone with Thee — amid the mystic shadows, 
The solemn hush of nature newly born; 

Alone with Thee in breathless adoration, 
In the calm dew and freshness of the morn 

As in the dawning o'er the waveless ocean, 
The image of the morning star doth rest, 

So in this stillness ThoU beholdest only 
Thine image in the waters of my breast. 

Still, still with Thee! as to each new-born 
A fresh and solemn splendor still is given, 
So doth this blessed consciousness awaking, 
Breathe, each day, nearness unto Thee and 

"When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to 
Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer; 
Sweet the repose beneath Thy wings o'er- 
But sweeter still to wake and find Thee 


So shall it be at last on that bright morning 
"When the soul waketh and life's shadows 
Oh! in that hour, fairer than daylight's 
Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with 
Thee I 



" Let us run with patience the race set before us 
In the Gospel." Heb. 12:1. 

As when the weary traveller gains 
The height of some o'erlooking hill, 

His heart revives, if 'cross the plains 
He eyes his home, though distant still. 

While he surveys the much-loved spot, 
He slights the space that lies between ; 

His past fatigues are now forgot, 
Because his journey's end is seen. 

Thus, when the Christian pilgrim views, 
By faith, his mansion in the skies, 

The sight his fainting strength renews. 
And wings his speed to reach the pn^e. 


The thought of home his spirit cheers, 
No more he grieves for troubles past: 

Nor any future trial fears, 
So he may safe arrive at last. 

'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell 
With Jesus in the realms of day ; 

Then I shall bid my cares farewell, 
And He shall wipe my tears away. 

Jesus, on Thee our hope depends 
To lead us on to Thine abode : 

Assured our home will make amends 
Por all the trials on the road. 



** My meditation of Him shall be sweet: I will 
be glad in the Lord." Psalm 1u4 : 34. 

Oh! how the thought of God attracts 
And draws the heart from earth, 

And sickens it of passing shows 
And dissipating mirth I 

God only is the creature's home, 
Though long and rough the road 

Yet nothing less can satisfy 
The love that longs for God. 


How little of that road, my soul ! 

How little hast thou gone ! 
Take heart, and let the thought of God 

Allure thee further on. 

Dole not thy duties out to God, 

But let thy hand be free : 
Look long at Jesus : His own blood, 

How was it dealt to thee ? 

The perfect way is hard to flesh ; 

It is not hard to love ; 
If thou wert sick for want of God, 

How swiftly wouldst thou move ! 

Be docile to thy unseen Guide, 
Love Him as He loves thee ; 

Time and obedience are enough, 
And thou like Him shalt be 1 



M And Isaac went out to meditate in the field at 
the even-tide/' Gen. 24 : 63. 

Hail, tranquil hour of closing day! 

Begone disturbing care I 
And look, my soul, from earth away 

To Him who hcareth prayer. 


How sweet the tear of penitence 

Before His throne of grace, 
While, to the contrite spirit's sense, 

He shows a smiling face. 

How sweet, through long-remembered years 

His mercies to recall, 
And pressed with wants and griefs and fears 

To trust His love for all. 

How sweet to look, in thoughtful hope, 

Beyond this fading sky, 
And hear Him call His children up 

To His fair home on high. 

Calmly the day forsakes our heaven 

To dawn beyond the west ; 
So let my soul, in life's last even, 

Retire to glorious rest. 

L. bacon. 


11 The Lord is good to all : and His tender mercies 
are over all His works. All Thy works shall 
praise Thee, Lord ; and Thy saints shall bless 
Thee." Psalm 145 : 9, 10. 

Eternal Source of every joy ! 
Well may Thy praise our lips employ, 
While in Thy presence we appear, 
Whose goodn-ess crowns the circling year. 


"While, as the wheels of nature roll, 
Thy hand supports the steady pole ; 
The sun is taught by Thee to rise, 
And darkness when to veil the skies. 

The flowery spring at Thy command, 
Embalms the air and paints the land ; 
The summer rays with vigor shine 
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine. 

Thy hand in autumn richly pours 
Through all our coasts, abundant stores ; 
And winters softened by Thy care, 
No more a face of horror wear. 

Seasons and months and weeks and days, 
Demand successive songs of praise ; 
To Thee be grateful homage paid, 
By morning ligbt and evening shade. 



" Exctpt the Lord build the house, they labor in 
rain that build it : except the Lord keep the city, 
the watchman waketh but in vain." Ps. 127 : 1. 

Vainly through night's wean- hours. 
Keep we watch lest foes alarm ; 

Vain our bulwarks and our towers, 
But for God's protecting arm 


Vain were all our toil and labor, 
Did not God that labor bless : 

Tain without His grace and favor, 
Every talent we possess. 

Yainer still the hope of heaven, 
That on human strength relies ; 

But to him shall help be given, 
Who in humble faith applies. 

Seek we then the Lord's Anointed, 
He will grant us peace and rest ; 

Ne'er was suppliant disappointed, 

Who through Christ his prayer addressed, 
H. F. Lyte. 


"Whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God." 
1 Cor. 10 : 81 

Teach me, my God and King, 

In all things Thee to see, 
And what I do in any thing, 

To do it as for Thee. 

A man that looks on glass, 

On it may stay his eye ; 
Or if he pleaseth, through it pass, 

And then the heavens espy. 


All may of Thee partake ; 

Nothing can be so mean, 
Which with this tincture (for Thy sake) 

Will not grow bright and clean. 

A servant, with this clause, 

Makes drudgery divine : 
Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws, 

Makes that and the action fine. 

This is the famous stone 

That turneth all to gold : 
For that winch God doth touch and own, 

Can not for less be told. 



** It is good for me to draw near to God." Ps. 73 : 23. 

Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve. 

And soft the sunbeams lingering there ; 
For these blest hours the world I leave, 

Wafted on wings of faith and prayer. 

The time, how lovely and how still ! 

Fcaee smiles and shines on all below ; 
The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill, 

All fair with evening's setting glow. 


Season of rest ! the tranquil soul 

Feels the sweet calm and melts in love ; 

And while these sacred moments roll, 
Faith sees a smiling heaven above. 

Nor will our days of toil be long, 
Our pilgrimage will soon be trod ; 

And we shall join the ceaseless song, 
The endless Sabbath of our G-od. 



" Thy mercy Lord, is in the heavens ; and Thy 

faithfulness reacheth unto the clouds. With Thee 

is the fountain of life : in Thy light we shall see light." 

Psalm 36: 5, 9. 

High in the heavens, eternal God, 
Thy goodness in full glory shines ; 

Thy truth shall break through every cloud 
That veils and darkens Thy designs. 

Forever firm Thy justice stands, 

As mountains their foundations keep; 

Wise are the wonders of Thy hands ; 
Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 

Thy providence is kind and large ; 

Both man and beast Thy bounty share ; 
The whole creation is Thy charge, 

But saints r ;re Thy peculiar care. 


My G-od, how excellent Thy grace ! 

Whence all our hope and comfort springs ; 
The sons of Adam, in distress, 

Fly to the shadow of Thy wings. 

From the provisions of Thy house, 
We shall be fed with sweet repast ; 

There mercy like a river flows, 
And brings salvation to our taste. 

Life like a fountain rich and free, 

Springs from the presence of my Lord, 

And in Thy light our souls shall see 
The glories promised in Thy word. 



u Now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet 
appear what we shall be." 1 John 3 : 2. 

Blessed are the sons of God ; 
They are bought with Jesus' blood, 
They are ransomed from the grave, 
Life eternal they shall have : 
With the oa numbered may we be 
Here and in eternity. 

They are justified by grace, 
They enjoy the Saviours peace ; 


All their sins are washed away, 
They shall stand in God's great day : 
With them numbered may we be 
Here and in eternity. 

They are lights upon the earth, 
Children of the heavenly birth, 
One with God, with Jesus one, 
Glory is in them begun : 
With them numbered may we be 
Here and in eternity. 



" Not by works of righteousness which we have 
done, but according to His mercy He saved us, by 
the washing of regeneration and renewing of the 
Holy Ghost; which He shed on us abundantly 
through Jesus Christ our Saviour." Titus 8 : 5, 6. 

Thou that hear'st the prayer of faith ! 
Wilt Thou not save a soul from death, 

That casts itself on Thee ? 

1 have no refuge of my own, 

But fly to what my Lord hath done, 
And suffered once for me. 

Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, 

His spotless righteousness I plead, 

And His availing blood : 


That righteousness my robe shall be, 
That merit shall atone for me, 
And bring me near to God. 

Then save me from eternal death, 
The Spirit of adoption breathe, 

His consolations send : 
By him some word of life impart 
And sweetly whisper to my heart, 
11 Thy Maker is thy friend." 

The king of terrors then would be 
A welcome messenger to me, 

To bid me come away : 
Unclogged by earth, or earthly things^ 
I'd mount, I'd fly with eager wings, 

To everlasting day. 



"Why art thou cast down, my soul? and why 
art thou disquieted in me ? hope thou in God : for 
I shall yet praise Him for the help of llis counte- 
nance.' 1 Psalm 42 : 5. 

Be still, my heart ! these anxious cares. 
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares ; 
They cast dishonor on the Lord, 
And contradict His gracious word. 


Brought safely by His hand thus far, 
Why wilt thou now give place to fear ? 
How canst thou want, if He provide, 
. Or lose thy way with such a guide ? 

When first before His mercy-seat 
Thou didst to Him thy way commit, 
He gave thee warrant, from that hour, 
To trust His wisdom, love, and power. 

Did ever trouble yet befall, 
And He refuse to hear thy call ? 
And has He not His promise passed, 
That thou shalt overcome at last ? 

Though rough and thorny be the road, 
It leads thee home, apace, to God ; 
Then count thy present trials small, 
For heaven will make amends for all. 



"It is the Lord, let Him do what seemeth Him 
good." 1 Sam. 8 : 18. 

It is the Lord— enthroned in light, 
Whose claims are all divine ; 

Who has an undisputed right 
To govern me and mine. 


It is the Lord— should I distrust 

Or contradict His will, 
Who can not do but what is just, 

And must be righteous still ? 

It is the Lord — who gives me all, 
My wealth, my friends, my ease ; 

And of His bounties may recall 
"Whatever part He please. 

It is the Lord — who can sustain 

Beneath the heaviest load : 
From whom assistance I obtain, 

To tread the thorny road. 

It is the Lord — whose matchless skill 

Can from afflictions raise 
Blessings, eternity to fill 

With ever-growing praise. 

It is the Lord — my covenant G-od, 

Thrice blessed be His name, 
"Whose gracious promise, sealed with blood, 

Must ever be the same. 

Can I with hopes so firmly built 

Be sullen or repine ? 
No gracious G-od — take what Thou wilt 

To Thee I all resign. 




* c Great is the mystery of godliness : God was 
manifest in the flesh." 1 Tim. 3 : 16. 

44 Blessing, and honor, and glory, and power, he 
onto Him that sitteth upon the throne, and unto 
the Lamb forever." Rev. 5 : 13. 

Now to the Lord a noble song! 

Awake, my soul — awake, my tongue ; 
Hosanna to the eternal name, 

And all His boundless love proclaim. 

See where it shines in Jesus' face, 
The brightest image of His grace ; 

God, in the person of His Son, 

Has all His mightiest works undone. 

Grace ! tis a sweet, a charming theme — 
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name ! 

Ye angels, dwell upon the sound : 
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground ! 

Oh ! may I reach that happy place 
Where He unveils His lovely face ! 

Where all His beauties you behold, 
And sing His name to harps of gold ! 




" The Lamb of God which taketh away the sins 
•f the world ! " John 1 : 29. 

My faith looks up to Thee, 
Thou Lamb of Calvary 
Saviour divine : 
Now hear me while I pray ; 
Take all my guilt away ; 
Oh 1 let me from this day 
Be wholly Thine. 

May Thy rich grace impart 
Strength to my fainting heart, 
My zeal inspire ; 
As Thou hast died for me, 

Oh ! may my love to Thee 
Pure, warm, and changeless be— 
A living fire. 

"While life's dark maze I tread, 
And griefs around me spread, 
Be Thou my guide ; 
Bid darkness turn to day, 

Wipe sorrow's tears away, 
Nor let me ever stray 
From Thee aside. 


When ends life's transient dream, 
When death's cold, sullen stream 
Shall o'er me roll ; 
Blest Saviour, then, in love, 
Fear and distrust remove ; 
Oh! bear me safe above — 
A ransomed soul. 



•« Not what I will, but what Thou wilt." Mark 14 : ?6 

One prayer I have — all prayers in one — 

When I am wholly Thine ; 
Thy will, my God, Thy will be done, 

And let that will be mine. 

All-wise, almighty, and all-good, 

In Thee I firmly trust ; 
Thy ways, unknown or understood, 

Are merciful and just. 

May I remember, that to Thee 
Whate'er I have I owe ; 

And back in gratitude from me 
May all Thy bounties flow. 


Thy gifts are only then enjoyed 

When used as talents lent ; 
Those talents only well employed 

"When in Thy service spent. 

And though Thy wisdom takes away, 

Shall I arraign Thy will ? 
No. let me bless Thy name, and say, 

The Lord is gracious still. 

A pilgrim through the earth I roam, 

Of nothing long possessed, 
And all must fail when I go home, 

For this is not my rest. 

Write but my name upon the roll 

Of Thy redeemed above ; 
Then heart and mind and strength and soul 

I'll love Thee for TJiy love. 



" Thy vows are upon me, God." Psalm 56 : 12, 

My God, accept my heart this day 

And make it always Thine, 
That I from Thee no more may stray, 

Xo more from Thee decline. 


Before the cross of Him who died, 

Behold I prostrate fall : 
Let every sin be crucified, 

Let Christ be all in all ! 

Anoint me with Thy heavenly grace, 

Adopt me for Thine own, 
That I may see Thy glorious face 

And worship at Thy throne 1 

May the dear blood once shed for me, 

My blest atonement prove, 
That I from first to last may be 

The purchase of Thy love I 

Let every thought and work and word 

To Thee be ever given, 
Then life shall be Thy service, Lord, 

And death the gate of heaven ! 



" And the disciples came and took up the body and 
buried it, and went and told Jesus." Matt. 14 : 12. 

Go and tell Jesus, when thy heart is full 
Of keen and bitter agony and woe, 

When the dear precious form of one beloved 
Is taken from thee — in the grave laid low 


Go and tell Jesus, He will soothe thy grief— 
To thy poor sorrowing spirit bring relief 

Go and tell Jesus when thy sins arise 

In dark and dread perspective to thy sight ; 
" Saviour, I am unclean, unclean — oh ! save ; 
Oh ! cheer my gloomy way with Thy clear 
Go and tell Jesus, He will say to thee, 
" Be of good cheer j thy sins shall pardoned 

Go and tell Jesus when thy weak heart fails 
In looking through the mist of coming 
years ; 
Thou think'st of sorrow pain and loneliness 
And the bright world seems but a vale of 
Go and tell Jesus, He will speak to thee, 
u l thy good shepherd am; oh! trust in me." 

Go and tell Jesus, when thy heart is glad, 
And hope and joy and friendships crowd 
thy way ; 
Ask for His sanctifying grace o'er all 

That naught may cause thy heart from 
Him to stray. 
Go and tell Jesus, making joy more bright, 
Shedding o'er all thy path a holier light. 


Go and tell Jesus, so shall He be thine, 
And sweetly will He come and dwell with 
Tell all to Jesus, so shalt thou be His, 

His through all time and through eternity. 
"Saviour, I come: oh! teach me how to 

Thou only canst, my life, my truth, my way." 



" Orist in you, the hope of glory." Col. 1 : 27. 

My spirit longeth for Thee 
To dwell within my breast ; 

Although I am unworthy 
Of so divine a Guest ! 

Of so divine a Guest — 
Unworthy though I be ; 

Tet hath my heart no rest 
Until it come to Thee 1 

Until it come to Thee — 

In vain I look around ; 
In all that I can see, 

No rest is to be found 1 


No rest is to be found, 
But in Thy bleeding love : 

Oh I let my wish be crowned, 
And send it from above I 



* Hereby perceive we the love of God, because 
He laid down His life for us." 1 John 3 : 16. 

Cheer up, desponding soul, 
Thy longing pleased I see : 

'Tis part of that great whole 
Wherewith I longed for thee I 

Wherewith I longed for thee, 
And left my Father's throne : 

From death to set thee free, 
And claim thee for my own ! 

To claim thee for my own, 

I suffered on the cross : 
Oh ! were my love but known, 

All else would be as dross 1 

All else would be as dross ! 

And souls, through grace divine, 
Would count their gain but loss 

To live forever mine ! 




"Unto you, therefore, which believe, He is pre* 
cious." 1 Peter 2 : 7. 

Jesus, the only thought of Thee, 
With sweetness fills my breast ; 

But sweeter far it were to see, 
And on Thy beauty feast. 

No soun»d, no harmony so gay, 

Can art or music frame ; 
No thoughts can reach, no words can say 

The sweets of Thy blest name. 

Jesus, our hope when we repent, 
Sweet source of all our grace, 

Sole comfort in our banishment, 
Oh 1 what when face to face 1 

Come then, dear Lord, possess my heart, 
Chase thence the shades of night ; 

Come pierce it with Thy flaming dart, 
And ever-shining light I 




" Return unto thy rest, my soul, for the Lor! 
hath dealt bountifully with thee." Ps- 116 : T. 

"Weary, Lord, of struggling here, 
With this constant doubt and fear, 
Burdened by the pains I bear, 
And the trials I must share, 
Help me, Lord, again to flee 
To the rest that's found in Thee. 

Weakened by the wayward will, 
Which controls, yet cheats me still ; 
Seeking something undefined 
With an earnest darkened mind, 
Help me, Lord, again to flee 
To the light that breaks from Thee. 

Fettered by this earthly scope 
In the reach and aim of hope, 
Fixing thought in narrow bound 
Where no living truth is found: 
Help me, Lord, again to flee 
To the hope that's fixed on Thee. 

Fettered, burdened, wearied, weak, 
Lord, once more Thy grace I seek ; 
Turn, oh ! turn me not away, 
Help me, Lord, to watch and pray, 
That I never more may flee, 
From the rest that's found in Thee. 



"Come unto me all ye that labor and are heary* 
laden, and I will give ycrn rest. 1 ' Matt. 11 : 2S. 

Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, 
Weak and wounded, sick and sore ; 

Jesus ready stands to save you, 
Full of mercy, joined with, power. 

He is able, 
He is willing : doubt no more. 

Ho ! ye needy, come and welcome, 

God's free bounty glorify ; 
True belief, and true repentance, 

Every grace that brings us nigh ; 
Without money, 

Come to Jesus Christ, and buy. 

Let not conscience make you linger, 

Nor of fitness fondly dream 1 
All the fitness He requireth 

Is to feel your need of Him. 
This He gives you, 

'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. 

Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, 

Lost and ruined by the fall, 
If you tarry till you're better, 

You will never come at all. 
Not the righteous, 

Sinners, Jesus came to call. 


View Him prostrate in the garden, 
On the ground your Saviour lies, 

On the bloody tree behold Him ; 
Hear Him cry before He dies, 

"It is finished!" 
Sinners, will not this suffice ? 

Lo ! th' incarnate G-od, ascended, 
Pleads the merit of His blood, 

Venture on Him, venture wholly, 
Let no other trust intrude ; 

None but Jesus 
Can do helpless sinners good. 

Saints and angels joined in concert, 
Sing the praises of the Lamb ; 

While the blissful seats of heaven 
Sweetly echo with His name — 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners here may sing the same. 



" He is altogether lovely." Sol. Song 5 : 16. 

Fairest Lord Jesus ! 

Ruler of ail nature I 
Oh! Thou of God and man the Son ! 

Thee will I cherish, 

Thee will I honor, 
Thou ' my soul's glory, joy, and crown ! 


Fair are the meadows, 

Fairer still the woodlands, 
Kobed in the blooming garb of spring ; 

Jesus is fairer, 

Jesus is purer 
Who makes the woful heart to sing. 

Fair is the sunshine, 

Fairer still the moonlight, 
And the twinkling starry host ; 

Jesus shines brighter, 

Jesus shines purer, 
Than all the angels heaven can boast. 



"But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, 
and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy 
Father which is in secret; and thy Father which 
seeth in secret shall reward thee openly. 1 ' Matt. 6' : 6. 

I come to Thee to-night, 
In my lone closet where no eye can see, 
And dare to crave an interview with Thee, 

Father of love and light. 


If I this day have striven 
With Thy blest Spirit, or have bowed the 

To aught of earth in weak idolatry, 

I pray to be forgiven. 

If in my heart has been 
An unforgiving thought or word or look, 
Though deep the malice which I scarce could 

Wash me from this dark sin. 

If I have turned away, 
From grief or suffering which I might relieve, 
Careless the cup of water e'en to give, 

Forgive me, Lord, I pray. 

And teach me how to feel 
My sinful wanderings with a deeper smart, 
And more of mercy and of grace impart, 

My sinfulness to heal. 

And now, Father ! take 
The heart I cast with humble faith on Thee, 
And cleanse its depths from each impurity, 

For my Redeemer's sake. 


M I am continually with thee." Psalm 73 : 23. 

Thou, by long experience tried ! 
Near whom no grief can long abide ; 
My Lord, how full of sweet content 

1 pass my years of banishment I 

All scenes alike engaging prove 
To souls impressed with sacred love ! 
Where'er they dwell, they dwell in Thee * 
In Heaven, in earth, or on the sea. 

To me remains nor place nor time, 
My country is in every clime ; 
I can be calm and free from care 
On any shore, since God is there. 

While place we seek, or place we shun, 
The soul finds happiness in none ; 
But with a God to guide our way, 
'Tis equal joy to go or stay. 

Could I be cast where Thou art not, 
That were indeed a dreadful lot ; 
But regions none remote I call, 
Secure of finding God in all. 




u Having boldness to enter into the holiest, by tho 
blood of Jesus, let us draw near.'" Heb. 10 : 19-22. 

Cheer up, my soul, there is a mercy-seat 
Sprinkled with blood, where Jesus answers 
prayer ; 

There humbly cast thyself beneath His feet, 
For never needy sinner perished there. 

Lord, I am come 1 Thy promise is my plea, 
"Without Thy word I durst not venture 
nigh ; 
But Thou hast called the burdened soul to 
A weary, burdened soul, Lord ! am I. 

Bowed down beneath a heavy load of sin, 
By Satan's fierce temptations sorely prest, 

Beset without, and full of fears within, 
Trembling and faint, I come to Thee for 

Be Thou my refuge, Lord, my hiding-place ; 
I know no force can tear me from Thy 
Unmoved, I then may all accusers face, 
And answer every charge, with — " Jesus 


Yes, Thou didst weep, and bleed, and groan, 
and die, 
"Well hast Thou known what fierce temp- 
tations mean : 
Such was Thy love ; and now, enthroned on 
The same compassions in Thy bosom reign. 

Lord, give me faith — He hears — what grace 
is this ! 
Dry up thy tears, my soul, and cease to 
grieve ; 
He shows me what He did, and who He is, 
I must, I will, I can, I do believe. 



" Thou shalt rejoice in every good thing which 
the Lord thy God hath given unto thee.' 1 Dedt. 

For what shall I praise Thee, my God and 

my King ? 
For what blessings the tribute of gratitude 

bring ? 
Shall I praise Thee for pleasure, for health or 

for ease, 
For the sunshine of youth, for the garden of 

peace ? 


Shall I praise Thee for flowers that bloomed 
on my breast, 

For joj'S in prospective, and pleasures pos- 
sessed ? 

For the spirits which heightened my days of 

And the slumbers that fell on my pillow by 

Tor this I should praise Thee, but if only for 

I should leave half untold the donation of 

I thank Thee for sickness and sorrow and 

For the thorns I have gathered, the anguish 

I bear. 

For nights of anxiety, watching, and tears, 
A present of pain, a prospective of fears. 
I praise Thee, I bless Thee, my Lord and my 

For the good and the evil Thy hand hath 


The flowers were sweet, but their fragrance 

is flown. 
They yielded no fruit, they are withered and 

gone I 


The thorn it was poignant but precious to 

'Twas the message of mercy, it led me to 

Thee I 



"I came not to call the righteous, but sinners, 
to repentance." Luke 5 : 32. 

Jesus, the sinner's friend, to Thee, 
Lost and undone, for aid I flee, 
"Weary of earth, myself, and sin, 
Open Thine arms and take me in. 

Pity and save my sin-sick soul, 
'Tis Thou alone canst make me whole ; 
Dark till in me Thine image shine, 
And lost I am till Thou art mine. 

The mansion for Thyself prepare ; 
Dispose my heart by entering there ! 
'Tis this alone can make me clean ; 
'Tis this alone can cast out sin. 

At length I own it can not be, 
That 1 should fit myself for Thee. 
Here now to Thee I all resign — 
Thine is the work, and only Thine 


"What shall I say Thy grace to move ? 
Lord, I am sin, but Thou art love I 
I part with every plea beside — 
Lord, I am lost, but Thou hast died ! 



" We have not an High Priest which can not he 
touched with the feeling of our infirmities." IIeb. 

Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep 

For human ministry ; 
It knows not how to tell itself 

To any but to Thee. 

Thou dost remember still amid 
The glories of God's tlirone, 

The sorrows of mortality, 
For they were once Thine own. 

Thy risen life but fits Thee more 

For kindly sympathy ; 
Thy love, unhindered, rests upon 

Each bruised branch in Thee. 

Jesus! my fainting spirit brings 

Its fearfulness to Thee ; 
Thine eye, at least, can penetrate 

The clouded mystery. 


It is enough, my precious Lord, 

Thy tender sympathy ! 
My every sin and sorrow can 

Devolve itself on Thee. 

Jesus ! Thou hast availed to search 

My deepest malady ; 
It freely flows — more freely finds 

The gracious remedy, 

bonar's hymn book. 


"Know ye not that ye are the temple of God, and 
Jhat the Spirit of God dwelleth in you V ' 1 Cor. 3 : 16. 

Thy home is with the humble, Lord ! 

The simplest are the best, 
Thy lodging is in child-like heart, 
Thou makest there Thy rest. 

Dear Comforter ! Eternal Love ! 

If Thou wilt stay with me, 
Of lowly thoughts and simple ways 

I'll build a house for Thee. 

"Who made this beating heart of mine, 
But Thou, my heavenly guest ? 

Let no one have it then but Thee, 
And let it be Thy rest. 



" Abide in me, and I in you." John 15 : 4. 
The Soul's Answer. 

That mystic word of Thine, sovereign Lord ! 

Is all too pure, too high, too deep for me ; 
"Weary of striving and with longing faint, 

I breathe it back again, Lord ! to Thee. 

Abide in me, I pray, and I in Thee, 

From this good hour, oh! leave me never 
Then shall the discord cease, the wound be 
The life-long bleeding of the soul be o'er. 

Abide in me — o'ershadow by Thy love 
Each half-formed purpose and deep thought 
of sin, 
Quench ere it rise, each selfish, low desire, 
And keep my soul as Thine, pure a*vi 

As some rare perfume in a vase of clay 
Pervades it with a fragrance not its own — 

So when Thou dweUest in a mortal soil 
All heaven's sweetness seems around it 


The soul alone, like a neglected harp, 

Grows out of tune, and needs Thy hand 
divine ; 
Dwell Thou within it, tune and touch the 
Till every note and string shall answer 

Abide in me : there have been moments pure 
When I have seen Thy face and felt Thy 
power ; 

Then evil lost its grasp, and passion hushed, 
Owned the divine enchantment of the hour. 

These were but seasons beautiful and rare : 
Abide in me — and they shall ever be ; 

I pray Thee now fulfill my earnest prayer, 
Come and abide in me and I in Thee ! 



M Him that cometh to me, I will in nowise cast out." 

John 6 : 3T. 

Just as thou art — without one trace 
Of love or joy or inward grace, 
Or meetness for the heavenly place, 
guilty sinner ! come. 


Thy sins I bore on Calvary's tree ; 
The stripes thy due were laid on me, 
That peace and pardon might be free — 
wretched sinner ! come. 

Come, leave thy burden at the cross ; 
Count all thy gains but empty dross : 
My grace repays all earthly loss — 
needy sinner ! come. 

Come hither bring thy boding fears, 
Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears ; 
'Tis mercy's voice salutes thine ears ; 
trembling sinner ! come. 

" The Spirit and the bride say, Come ;" 
Bejoicing saints reecho, Come : 
Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come: 
Thy Saviour bids thee come. 


" But now, in Christ Jesus, ye who sometime were 
far off, are made nigh by the blood of Christ." 

Epu. 2 : 18. 

The wanderer no more will roam, 
The lost one to the fold hath come ; 
The prodigal is welcomed home, 
Lamb of God ! in Thee. 


Though clad in rags, by sin denied, 
The Father hath embraced His child, 
And I am pardoned, reconciled, 
Lamb of God! in Thee. 

It is the Father's joy to bless ; 
His love provides for me a dress — 
A robe of spotless righteousness — 
^ Lamb of God! in Thee. 

Now shall my famished soul be fed ] 
A feast of love for me is spread ; 
I feed upon the children's bread. 
Lamb of God! in Thee. 

Tea, in the fullness of His grace, 
He puts me in the children's place, 
Where I may gaze upon His face, 
Lamb of God ! in Thee. 

I can not half His love express ; 
Yet, Lord, with joy my lips confess 
This blessed portion I possess, 
Lamb of God ! in Thee. 

It is Thy precious name I bear, 
It is Thy spotless robe I wear ; 
Therefore the Father's love I share, 
Lamb of God! in Thee. 


And when I in Thy likeness shine, 
The glory and the praise be Thine, 
That everlasting joy is mine, 
Lamb of God ! in Thee. 


"We love Him because He first loved is." 
John 19. 

My G-od, I love Thee, not because 

I hope for heaven thereby ; 
Not because they who love Thee not 

Must burn eternally. 

Thou, my Jesus ! Thou didst me 

Upon the cross embrace ; 
For me didst bear the nails and spea* 

• And manifold disgrace. 

And griefs and torments numberless . 

And sweat of agony ; 
E'en death itself — and all for one 

AVho was Thine eucmy. 

Then why, blessed Jesus Christ J 

Should* I not love Thee well? 
Not for the sake of winning heaven 

Or of escaping hell. 


Not with the hope of gaining aught, 

Not seeking a reward ; 
But as Thyself hast loved me, 

ever-loving Lord ! 

E'en so I love Thee, and will love, 

And in Thy praise will sing ; 
Solely because Thou art my God, 

And my eternal King. 

Francis Xavier. 


" A broken and a contrite heart, God, Thou wilt 
not despise." Psalm 51 : 17. 

From the recesses of a lowly spirit 

My humble prayer ascends. Father! 

hear it. 
Borne on the trembling wings of fear and 


Forgive its weakness. 

I know, I feel how mean and how unworthy 
The lowly sacrifice I pour before Thee : 
What can I offer in Thy presence holy, 
But sin and folly ? 


For in Thy sight, who every bosom vie west, 
Cold are our warmest vows, and vain our 

truest ; 
Thoughts of a hurrying hour, our lips repeat 


Our hearts forget them. 

We see Thy hand — it leads us, it supports 
us — 

"We hear Thy voice — it counsels and it courts 

And then we turn away, and still Thy kind- 

Forgives our blindness. 

And still Thy rain descends, Thy sun is 

Fruits ripen round, flowers are beneath us 

And as if man were some deserving creature, 
Joy covers nature. 

Oh I how long-suffering, Lord 1 but Thou de- 

To win with love the wandering — Thou in- 

By smiles of mercy, not by frowns and ter- 

Man from his errors. 


Who can resist Thy gentle call, appealing 
Te every generous thought and grateful 

feeling ? 
Oh! who can hear the accents of Thy 


And never love Thee ? 

Father and Saviour ! plant within this bosom 
The seeds of holiness, and bid them blos- 
In fragrance and in beauty, bright and 

And spring eternaL 

Then place them in those everlasting gar- 

Where angels walk and seraphs are the 

Where every flower, brought safe through 
death's dark portal, 
Becomes immortal. 



" I am poor and needy, yet the Lord thinketh on 
He." Psalm 40 : 17. 

Poor and needy though I be, 
God Almighty cares for me ; 
Gives me clothing, shelter, food— 
Gives me all I have of good. 


Ho will hear me when I pray — 
He is with me night and day ; 
When I sleep, and when I wake, 
For the Lord my Saviour's sake. 

He who reigns above the sky 
Once became as poor as I ; 
He whose blood for me was shed, 
Had not where to lay His head. 

Though I labor here awhile, 
Father, bless me with Thy smile ; 
And, when this short life is past, 
May I rest with Thee at last. 

Then to Thee I'll tune my song, 
Happy as the day is long ; 
This my joy forever be, 
God Almighty cares for me. 

boxar's hymn book. 


" The Lc/d is my light and my salvation : whom 
■ball I fear ? The Lord is the strength cf my life : of 
whom shall I be afraid?" Psalm 27 : 1. 

My spirit on Thy care 

13 lest Saviour, I recline ; 
Thou wilt not leave me to despair, 

For Thou art love divine. 


In Thee I place my trust, 

On Thee I calmly rest ; 
I know Thee good, I know Thee just, 

And count Thy choice the best. 

Whate'er events betide, 

Thy will they all perform ; 
Safe on Thy breast my head I hide, 

Nor fear the coming storm. 

Let good or ill befall, 

It must be good for me ; 
Secure of having Thee in all, 

Of having all in Thee. 

H. F. LTTE, 


" Evening and morning and at noon will I pray 
and cry aloud ; and He shall hear my voice." Psalm 
55 : 17. 

When wakened by Thy voice of power, 
The hour of morning beams in light, 

My voice shall sing that morning hour, 
And Thee, who mad'st that hour so bright. 

The morning strengthens into noon ; 

Earth's fairest beauties shine more fair ; 
And noon and morning shall attune 

My grateful heart to praise and prayer. 


When 'neath the evening's western gate 

The sun's retiring rays are hid, 
My joy shall be to meditate, 

E'en as the pious patriarch did. 

As twilight wears a darker hue, 
And gathering night creation dims, 

The twilight, and the midnight too, 
Shall have their harmonies and hymns. 

So shall sweet thoughts and thoughts sub« 
My constant inspirations be ; 
A.nd every shifting scene of time, 
Reflect, my God, a light from Thee. 



"Whether we live therefore, or die, we are the 
Lord's." Roman 14 : 8. 

Feeble, helpless, how shall I 
Learn to live and learn to die ? 
Who, God! mv guide shall be? 
Who shall lead Thy child to Thee ? 

Blessed Father, gracious One, 
Thou hast sent Thy holy Son ; 
He will give the light I need, 
He my trembling steps will lead. 


Thus in deed, and thought, and word, 
Led loy Jesus Christ the Lord, 
In my weakness, thus shall I 
Learn to live and learn to die. 

Learn to live in peace and love, 
Like the perfect ones above ; 
Learn to die without a fear, 
Feeling Thee, my Father, near. 



11 Casting all your care upon Him, for He caretb 
for you." 1 Peter 5 : 7. 

Lord 1 how happy should we be 
If we could cast our care on Thee, 

If we from self could rest ; 
And feel at* heart that One above, 
In perfect wisdom, perfect love, 

Is working for the best 

Could we but kneel and cast our load, 
E'en while we pray, upon our God, 

Then rise with lightened cheer; 
Sure that the Father, who is nigh, 
To still the famished ravens' cry 

Will hear, in tnat we fear. 


"We can not trust Him as we should, 
So chafes fallen nature's restless mood, 

To cast its peace away ; 
Yet birds and flow'rets round us preach — ■ 
All, all the present evil teach, 

Sufficient for the day. 

Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours 
Such lessons learn from birds and flowers, 

Make them from self to cease ; 
Leave all things to a Father's will, 
And taste, before Him lying still, 

E'en in affliction peace. 



" Abide with us, for it is toward evening, and the 
iay is far spent.'' Luke 2-1 : 29. 

Abide with me ! Fast falls the eventide ; 
The darkness thickens; Lord, with ma 

abide : 
When other helpers fail and comforts flee, 
Help of the helpless, oh 1 abide with me I 

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; 
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away. 
Change and decay in all around I see; 
Thou who chaugest not ! abide with me ! 


Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word, 
But as Thou dwelt'st with Thy disciples, 

Familiar, condescending, patient, free, 
Come, not to sojourn, but to abide with me ! 

Come not in terrors as the King of kings ; 
But kind and good, with healing in Tby 

Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea, 
Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with 

me I 

Thou on my head in early youth didst smile, 
And though rebellious and perverse mean- 
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee : 
On to the close, Lord I abide with me ! 

I need Thy presence every passing hour ; 
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's 

power ? 
"Who like Thyself my guide and stay can 

Through cloud and sunshine, oh ! abide with 


I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless, 
Ills have no weight and tears no bitterness : 


Where "is Death's sting ? where, Grave, thy 

victory ? 
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me I 

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing 

Shine through the gloom and point me to 

the skies ! 
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain 

shadows flee 1 
In life, in death, Lord I abide with me ! 

H. F. LYT£, 


44 1 wait for the Lord, my soul doth wait, and in His 
word do I hope. My soul waiteth for the Lord more 
than they that watch for the morning." Ps. 130 : 5, 6. 

My Saviour, on the Word of Truth 

In earnest hope I live, 
I ask for all the precious things 

Thy boundless love can give. 
I look for many a lesser light 

About my path to shine ; 
But chiefly long to walk with Theo, 

And only trust in Thine. 


Thou knowest that I am not blest 

As Thou would'st have me be, 
Till all the peace and joy of faith 

Possess my soul in Thee ; 
And still I seek 'mid many fears, 

"With yearnings unexpressed, 
The comfort of Thy strengthening love, 

Thy soothing, settling rest. 

It is not as Thou wilt with me 

Till, humbled in the dust, 
I know no place in all my heart 

Wherein to put my trust. 
Until I find, Lord! in Thee— 

The lowly and the meek— 
That fullness which Thy own redeemed 

G-o nowhere else to seek. 

Then, my Saviour ! on my soul, 

Cast down but not dismayed, 
Still be Thy chastening healing hand 

In tender mercy laid : 
And while I wait for all Thy joys 

My yearning heart to fill, 
Teach me to walk and work with Thee, 

And at Thy feet sit still. 




" Whom have I in heaven but Thee ? and there *s 
none upon earth that I desire beside thee. My flesh 
and my heart faileth, but God is the strength of my 
heart, and my portion forever." Psalm 73 : 25. 

In the mid silence of the voiceless night 
When, chased by airy dreams, the slumbers 

Whom in the darkness doth my spirit seek, 
God! but Thee? 

And if there be a weight upon my breast, 
Some vague impression of the day foregone. 
Scarce knowing what it is, I fly to Thee, 
And lay it down. 

Or if it be the heaviness that comes 

In token of anticipated ill — 

My bosom takes no heed of what it is, 

Since 'tis Thy wilL 

For oh ! in spite of past and present care, 
Or any thing beside, how joyfully 
Passes that silent solitary hour, 

My God, with Thee ! 

More tranquil than the silence of the night, 
More peaceful than the silence of that hour, 
More blest than any thing, my spirit lies 
Within Thy power. 


For what is there on earth that I desire, 
Of all that it can give or take from me ? 
Or whom in Heaven doth my spirit seek 
Godl but Thee? 


** Let Israel hope in the Lord : for with the Lord 

there is mercy, and in Him is plenteous redemption." 

Psalm 130 : T. 

While dead in trespasses I lie 
Thy quickening Spirit give ; 

Call me, Thou Son of God, that I 
May hear Thy voice and live. 

I know in Thee all fullness dwells, 
And all for wretched man : 

Fill every want my spirit feels, 
And break off every chain 1 

If Thou impart Thyself to me, 

No other good I need : 
If Thou the Son shalt make me free 

I shall be free indeed. 

I can not rest till in Thy blood 

I full redemption have : 
But Thou through whom I come to God 

Canst to the utmost save. 


From sin, the guilt, the power, the pain 
Thou wilt redeem my soul : 

Lord I believe, and not in vain ; 
My faith shall make me whole. 

I too with Thee shall walk in white ; 

"With all Thy saints shall prove 
"What is the length and breadth and 

And depth of perfect love. 



" Cast not away, therefore, your confidence, which 
lath great recompense of reward." Heb. 10 : 35. 

Lord, I believe ; Thy power I own, 

Thy truth I would obey; 
I wander comfortless and lone 

When from Thy paths I stray* 

Lord, I believe ; but gloomy fears, 

Sometimes bedim my sight I 
I look to Thee with prayers and tears, 

And cry for strength and light. 

Lord, I believe ; but Thou dost know 

My faith is cold and weak : 
Pity my frailty, and bestow 

The confidence I seek. 


Yes, I believe ; and only Thou 

Canst give my soul relief; 
Lord, to Thy truth my spirit bow — 

Help Thou mine unbelief. 



M In whom we have redemption through His blood, 
the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of 
His grace." Eph. 1 : 7. 

Gracious Jesus, Lord most dear, 
Guilty though I am, give ear: 
Show Thine own sweet clemency ; 
Spurn me not, though vile I be, 
From Thy blessed feet away. 

Here before Thee, fallen, weeping, 
And. with tears these torn feet steeping, 
Jesus, for Thy mercy's sake, 
Pity on my misery take, 
And one kind look let fall. 

From the cross uplifted high, 
My Beloved, cast Thine eye ; 
Turn me to Thee, heart and soul ; 
Speak the word of power : " Be whole, 
I have forgiven thee all." 




"Lord, I believe: help Thou mine unbelief." 
Mark 9 : 24. 

Fes ! I do feel, my God, that I am Thine ! 
Thou art my joy — myself, mine only 
Uear my complaint, low bending at Thy 
shrine — 
Lord, I believe : help Thou mine unbelief! 

Unworthy even to approach so near, 

My soul lies trembling like a summer's 
Yet oh ! forgive ! I doubt not, though I fear — 
Lord, I believe : help Thou mine unbe- 

True I am weak, ah ! very weak — but then 
1 know the source whence I can draw re- 
And though repulsed, I still can plead 
again — 
Lord, I believe : help Thou mine unbelief. 

Oh ! draw me nearer 1 for too far away, 
The beamings of Thy brightness are too 
While Faith, though fainting, still hath 
strength to say : 
Lord, I believe : help Thou mine unbelief! 



M The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance." 
Psalm 16:5. 

Though some good things of lower worth, 
My heart is called on to resign, 

Of all the gifts in heaven and earth 
The best, the very best is mine : 

The love of God in Christ made known — 

The love that is enough alone, 

My Father's love is all my own. 

My soul's Restorer, let me learn 
In that deep love to live and rest ; 

Let me the precious thing discern 
Of which I am indeed possessed : 

My treasure let me feel and see, 

And let my moments, as they flee, 

Unfold my endless life in Thee. 

Let me Thy power, Thy beauty see — 

So shall my vain aspirings cease, 
And my free heart shall follow Thee 

Through paths of everlasting peace. 
My strength Thy gift — my life Thy care, 
I shall forget to seek elsewhere 
The joy to which my soul is heir. 


I was not called tc walk alone, 

To clothe myself with love and light ; 

And for Thy glory, not my own 
My soul is precious in Thy sight. 

My evil heart can never be 

A home, a heritage for me — 

But Thou canst make it fit for Thee. 

iu L. WARIXa. 


" I will both lay me down in peace and sleep : for 
Thou Lord, only, makest me dwell in safety.' 1 Psalm 
4: 8. 

God, that mad'st the earth and heaven, 

Darkness and light, 
Who the day for toil hast given, 

And for rest the night, 
May Thine angel guards defend us, 
Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us, 
Holy dreams and hopes attend us 

This live-long night 1 



" Bless the Lord, my soul, and forget not all Hia 
oenefits : who forgiveth all thine iniquities ; who 
healeth all thy diseases; who redeemeth thy life 
from destruction ; who crowneth thee with loving- 
kindness and tender mercies. 1 ' Psalm 103 : 2-4. 

Oh 1 bless the Lord, my soul ! 

His grace to thee proclaim : 
And all that is within me join 

To bless His holy name. 

Oh ! bless the Lord, my soul ! 

His mercies bear in mind ; 
Forget not all His benefits : 

The Lord to thee is kind. 

He will not always chide ; 

He will with patience wait ; 
His wrath is ever slow to rise, 

And ready to abate. 

He pardons all thy sins, 

Prolongs thy feeble breath ; 
He healeth thine infirmities, 

And ransoms thee from death. 

Then bless His holy name, 

Whose grace hath made thee whole ; 
"Whose lovingkindness crowns thy days ; 

Oh I bless the Lord my soul ! 



" We would see Jesus." John 12 : 21. 

" We would see Jesus" — for the shadows 
Across this little landscape of our life ; 
We would see Jesus, our weak faith to 
For the last weariness — the final strife. 

We would see Jesus — for life's hand hath 
With its dark touch upon both heart and 
And though our souls have many a billow 
Others are rising in the distance now. 

We would see Jesus — the great rock founda- 
Whereon our feet were set by sovereign 
grace : 
Not life nor death, with all their agitation. 
Can thence remove us if we see His face. 

We would see Jesus — other lights are paling, 

Which for long years we have rejoiced to 

see : 

The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing — 

We would not mourn them, for we go t</ 

Thee ! 


We would see Jesus — yet the spirit lingers 
Round the dear objects we have loved so 
And earth from earth can scarce unclose its 
ringers — 
Our love to Thee makes not this love less 

We would see Jesus — sense is all too blind- 
And heaven appears too dim, too far away. 
We would see Thee to gain a sweet remind- 
That Thou hast promised our great debt to 

We would see Jesus — this is all we're need- 
Strength, joy, and willingness come with 
the sight. 
We would see Jesus — dying, risen, plead- 
Then welcome day! and farewell . mortal 
night 1 



41 And so shall we be forever with the Lord." 
1 Thess. 4 ; 7. 

Forever with the Lord ! Oh ! can it be 
That this bright promise is for child of 
earth ? 

That for the sons of frail mortality 

Is given this heritage of priceless worth ? 

Forever with the Lord ! Then to thy heart, 
Believer, take this star of hope to cheer, 

And gnide thy steps, whene'er in life thy 
Is dark with woes, and all around is drear. 

Forever with the Lord ! Let this sure word 

Be a glad note to quicken into life 
Those dead in sin, whose spirits have not 
Their Saviour's call to join the Christian 

Forever with the Lord ! Soon shall the light 
Of the eternal day in splendor dawn ; 

Then let us cast away the works of night, 
And take God's armor ere that night be 


Forever with the Lord ! Then at the last 
We which remain shall meet Him in tho 
The care, the grief, the joy of earth all past — 
With His redeemed the bliss of heaven to 

Forever with the Lord I Ages shall roll 
Onward with ceaseless flow, yet still with 

We shall abide — blest portion of the soul ! 
Equal to that of brightest seraphim 1 


"I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever." 
Psalm 23 : 6. 

My Father's home ! my childhood's dream, 

The promise from on high I 
Long waited for ! its glories beam 

Now when my death is nigh. 

Blest scene ! thrice welcome after toil — ■ 

If no deceit I view ; 
Oh ! might my lips but press the soil 

And prove the vision true ! 


Its glorious heights, its wealthy plains, 

It's many tinted groves, 
They call ! but He my steps restrains 

Who chastens whom He loves. 



" Blessed and holy is he that hath part in the first 
resurrection." Rev. 20 : 8. 

My life is a shade, my days 
Apace to death decline — 
My Lord is life — He'll raise 
My flesh again, even mine. 
Sweet truth to me, 
I shall arise, 
And with these eyes 
My Saviour see. 

My peaceful grave shall keep 
My bones till that sweet day, 

1 wake from my long sleep, 
And leave my bed of clay. 
Sweet truth to me, etc. 

My Lord His angels shall 
Their golden trumpets sound, 

At whose most welcome call 
My grave shall be unbound. 
Sweet truth to me, etc. 


What means my beating hearty 
To be thus shy of death ? 

My life and I shan't part, 
When I resign my breath. , 
Sweet truth to me, etc. 

I said sometimes with tears, 
Ah ! me ! I'm loath to die ; 

Lord, banish Thou these fears, 
My life's with Thee on high, 
Sweet truth to me, etc. 

Then welcome, harmless grave, 
By Thee to heaven I'll go ; 

My Lord His death shall save 
Me from the flames below. 
Sweet truth to me, etc. 


" We are willing rather to be absent from the 
body, and to be present with the Lord." 2 Cor. 5 ; S. 

Father, I long, I faint to see 

The place of Thine abode ; 
I'd leave Thine earthly courts, and flee 

Up to Thy seat, my God. 


Here I behold Thy distant face, 

And 'tis a pleasing sight ; 
But to abide in Thine embrace, 

Were infinite delight. 

I'd part with all the joys of sense, 

To gaze upon Thy throne*; 
Pleasure springs fresh forever thence, 

Unspeakable, unknown. 

There at Thy feet with awful fear, 

The adoring armies fall ; 
"With joy they shrink to nothing thereij 

Before the eternal All. 

The more Thy glories strike my eyes, 

The humbler I shall lie ; 
Thus while I sink, my joys shall rise 

Unmeasurably high. 

Father, I long, I faint to see 

The place of Thine abode ; 
I'd leave Thine earthly courts to be 

Forever with my God. 



" The time of my departure is at hand." 2 Tim 

4; 8. 

What is this that steals upon my frame ? 

Is it death, is it death ? 
That soon will quench this vital frame — 

Is it death, is it death ? 
If this be death, I soon shall be 
From every pain and sorrow free. 
I shall the King of glory see — 

All is well, all is well! 

"Weep not my friends, weep not for me, 

All is well, all is well ! 
My sins are pardoned ; I am free, — 

All is well, all is well ! 
Bright seraphs are from glory come — 
They're round my bed, they're in my room, 
They wait to waft my spirit home, 

All is well, all is well ! 

Tune, tune your harps, ye saints in glory, 

All is well, all is well, 
I will rehearse the joyful story, 

All is well, all is well. 
There's not a cloud that doth arise, 
To hide my Saviour from my eyes : 
I soon shall mount the upper skies, 

All is well, all is well. 


Hark, hark I my Lord and Master calls me 

All is well, all is well ! 
I soon shall see His face in glory, 

All is well, all is well. 
All, all is peace and joy divine, 
And heaven and glory now are mine I 
All Hallelujah to the Lamb ! 

All is well, all is well. 

Hail ! all hail, ye blood- washed throng I 
Saved by grace — saved by grace 1 

I come to join your rapturous song; 
Saved by grace — saved by grace. 

Adieu, my friends, adieu, adieu ! 

I can no longer stay with you — 

My glittering crown appears in view, 
All is well, all is welL 


• For me to live is Christ, and to die is gain 
Phil. 1 ; 21, 

No, no, it is not dying 

To go unto our God ; 

The glowing earth forsaking, 
Our journey homeward taking 

Along the starrv road. 


No, no it is not dying 

Heaven's citizen to be ; 

The crown eternal wearing, 
And rest unbroken sharing, 

From care and conflict free. 

No, no, it is not dying 

To hear the precious word ; 

Keceive a Father's blessing 

Forevermore possessing 
The favor of the Lord. 

No, no, it is not dying 
To wear a lordly crown ; 

Among God's people dwelling ; 

The glorious anthem swelling 
Of Him whose love we own. 

Oh ! no, this is not dying, 

Thou Saviour of mankind ! 
Streams there are overflowing 
Of love, no hindrance knowing : 

Drops only here we find. 




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REV. J. C. RILE, B.A., 





18 6 6. 

Jmg ge praises bitty trnbcrstanbrag 

(Psalm xlviL T.) 


1. Coloss. i. 1 9. 7, 6 

1 I lay my sins on Jesus, 

The spotless Lamb of God ; 
He bears them all, and frees us 

From the accursed load. 
I bring my guilt to Jesus, 

To wash my crimson stains 
White, in his blood most precious, 

Till not a spot remains. 

2 T lay my wants on Jesus ; 

All fullness dwells in Him ; 
He heals all my diseases. 

He doth my soul redeem. 
I lay my griefs on Jesus, 

My burdens and my cares; 
He from them all releases, 

He all my sorrow shares. 

3 I rest my soul on Jesus, 

This weary soul of mine ; 
His right hand me embraces, 

I on His breast recline. 
I love the name of Jesus, 

Immanuel, Christ, the Lord; 
like fragrance on the breezes 

His name abroad is poured. 

4 I long to be like Jesus, 

Meek, loving, lowly, mild; 
I long to be like Jesus, 

The Father's holy child. 
I long to be with Jesus, 

Amid the heavenly throng, 
To sing with saints His praises, 

To learn the angels' song. 


2. Mitt. vi. 12. 7'a, 

1 When this passing world is done, 
When has sunk yon glaring sun, 
When we stand with Christ in glory, 
Looking o'er life's finished story, 
Then, Lord, shall I fully know — 
Not till then — how much I owe. 

When I hear the wicked call 
On the rocks and hills to fall; 
When I see them start and shrink 
On the fiery deluge brink, 
Then, Lord, shall I fully know — 
Not till then — how much I owe. 

When I stand before the throne, 
Dressed in beauty not my own, 
When I see Thee as Thou art, 
Love thee with unsinning heart, 
Then. Lord, shall I fully know — 
Not till then — how much I owe. 

When the praise of heaven I bear, 
Loud as thunders to the ear, 
Loud as many waters' noise, 
Sweet as harp's melodious voice, 
Then, Lord, shall I fully know — 
Not till then — how much I owe. 

> Chosen not for good in me, 
Wakened up from wrath to flee, 
Hidden in the Saviour's side, 
By the Spirit sanctified ; 
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show, 
. By my love, how much I owe. 

6 Oft I walk beneath the cloud, 
Dark as midnight's gloomy shrcud: 
But when fear is at the height, 
Jesus comes, and all is light. 
Blessed Jesus ! bid me show 
Doubting saints how much 1 owe. 


3. 1 Peter v 1. C M 

1 Lord, it belongs not to my care, 
Whether I die or live ; 
To love and serve Thee is my share, 
And this Thy grace must give. 

2 If life be long, I will be glad, 
That I may long obey ; 
If short, yet why should I be sad 
To soar to endless day ? 

3 Christ leads me through no darker rooma 
Than He went through before ; 
He that unto God's kingdom comes, 
Must enter by His door. 

4 Come, Lord, when grace has rnarte ma 
Thy blessed face to see ; [meet, 

For if thy work on earth be sweet. 
What will thy glory be ? 

6 Then shall I end my sad complaints, 
And weary sinful days, 
And join with the triumphant saints 
That sing Jehovah's praise. 

6 My knowledge of that life is small, 
The eye of faith is dim ; 
But 'tis enough that Christ knows all, 
And I shall be with Him. 


4.* John vi. 37. P.M. 

1 Just as I am, without one plea, 
But that thy blood was shed for me, 
And that thou bid'st me come to Thee, 
Lamb of God, I cornel 

* The metre of this most beautiful hymn is one 
with which few are acquainted. It may, however, 
be sung to a long-measure tune, by repeating tie 
I come," 1 in the founh line of each verse 
It will be found arranged for music in Mr. LowuU 
Musou's work, Tfie Hallelujah. 


2 Just as I am, and waiting not 

To rid my soul of one dark blot, \*\*% 

To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each 

Lamb of God, I come ! 

3 Just as I am, though tossed about 
With many a conflict, many a doubt. 
With fears within and wars without. 

Lamb of God, I come ! 

4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind, 
Sight, riches, healing of the mind, 
Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, 

Lamb of God, I come ! 

5 Just as I am — Thou wilt receive, 
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,. 
Because thy promise I believe — 

Lamb of God, I come ! 

(3 Just as I am — Thy love unknown 
Has broken every barrier down ; 
Now to be Thine, yea, thine alone; — 
Lamb of God, I come 1 

5, Isaiah xxvi. 4. S.M 

I Give to the winds thy fears, 
Hope, and be undismayed; 
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, 
God shall lilt up thy head. 

2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms, 
He gently clears the way : 
Wait thou His time ; so shall this night 
Soon end in joyous day. 

3 Still heavy is thy heart? 

Still sink thy spirits down ? 
Cast off the weight, let fear depart, 
And every care be gone. 

What though thou rulest not ? 

Yet heaven, and earth, and hell 
Proclaim God sitteth on the throne, 

And ruleth all things well. 

5 Leave to His sovereign sway. 
To choose and to command ; 
So shalt thou, wondering, own His way 
How wise, how good His hand 1 


Far, far above thy thought, 

His counsel shall appear, 
When fully He the work hath wroi glit, 

That caused thy needless fear. 

6. Psalm xxxi. 15. S.M 

1 Our times are in Thy hand, 

God, we wish them there; 
Our life, our friends, our souls we leave 
Entirely to Thy care. 

2 Our times are in Thy hand, 

Whatever they may be, 
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, 
As best may seem to Thee. 

3 Our times are in Thy hand, 

Why should we doubt or fear ? 
A Father's hand will never cause 
His child a needless tear. 

Our times are in Thy hand, 

Jesus the crucified ; 
The hand our many sins have pierced, 

Is now our guard and guide. 


5 Our times are in Thy hand. 
We'll always trust in Thee. 
Till we have left this weary land, 
And all Thy glory see. 

7. Eeb. xiL 2. 7 'a 

" When along life's thorny road, 
Faints the soul beneath the load. 
By its cares and sins opprest, 
Finds on earth no peace or rest : 
When the wily tempter's near, 
Filling us with doubts and fear, 
Jesus, to Thy feet we flee, 
Jesus, we will look to Thee. 

2 Thou, our Saviour, from the throne, 
List'nest to Thy people's moan ; 
Thou, the living Head, dost share 
Every pang thy members bear. 
Full of tenderness Thou art; 
Thou wilt heal the broken heart ; 
Full of power, Thine arm shall quell 
All the rage and might of hell ! 

3 By Thy tears o'er Lazarus shed, 
By Thy power to raise the dead, 
By Thy meekness under scorn, 
By Th\ stripes and crown of thor^ 


By that rich and precious blood, 
That hath made our peace with Grod 
Jesus, to Thy feet we flee ; 
Jesus, we will cling to Thee. 

Mighty to redeem and save, 
Thou hast overcome the grave ; 
Thou the bars of death hast riven, 
Opened wide the gates of heaven ; 
Soon in glory Thou shalt come, 
Taking Thy poor pilgrims home ; 
Jesus, then we all shall be, 
Ever — ever — Lord, with Thee. 

8. 1 Thess. iv. 17. S.M. 

1 For ever with the Lord ! 

Amen, so let it be : 
Life from the dead is in that word, 
'Tis immortality. 

2 Here in the body pent, 

Absent from Him I roam, 
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent 
A day's march nearer home. 

3 My Father's house on high, 

Home of my soul, how near 
At times to Faith's illumined eye 
Thy golden gates appear I 


4 My thirsty spirit faints 

To reach the land I love, 
The bright inheritance of saints, 
Jerusalem above. 

5 Yet clouds will intervene, 

And all my prospect flies ; 
Like Noah's dove, I flit between 
Rough seas and stormy skies. 

Anon the clouds depart, 

The winds and waters cease, 
While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart 
Expands the bow of peace. 

9. Barn. viii. 1. CM. 

1 Xo condemnation ! my soul, 
'lis God that speaks the word; 
Perfect in comeliness art,thou, 
In Christ thy glorious Lord. 

2 In heaven His blood for ever speaks, 
In God the Father's ear; 
His church, the jewels, on his heart, 
Jesus will ever bear. 


3 No condemnation ! precious word I 

Consider it, my soul ; 
Thy sins were all on Jesus laid ; 
His stripes have made thee whole 

4 Teach us, God, to fix our eyes 

On Christ, the spotless Lamb, 
So shall we love Thy gracious will, 
And glorify Thy name 

10. 2 Cor. v. 14, 15. 7, 6 

1 Lord, who now art seated 

Above the heavens on high, 
(The gracious work completed, 

For which Thou cam'st to die,) 
To Thee our hearts are lifted, 

While pilgrims wandering here, 
For Thou alone art gifted, 

Our every weight to bear. 

2 We know that Thou hast bought us, 

And washed us in Thy blood ; 
"We know Thy grace has brought us, 

As kings and priests to God. 
We know that soon the morning, 

Long looked for, hasteth near, 
When we, at Thy returning, 

In glory shall appear. 


8 Lord, Thy love's unbounded! 

So full, so sweet, so free ! 
Our thoughts are all confounded, 

Whene'er we think on Thee : 
For us Thou cam'st from heaven, 

For us to bleed and die ; 
That purchased and forgiven, 

We might ascend on high. 

4 Oh ! let this love constrain us 

To give our hearts to Thee ; 
Let nothing henceforth pain us, 

But that which paineth Thee. 
Our joy, our one endeavor, 

Through suffering, conflict, shame- 
To serve Thee, gracious Saviour, 

And magnify Thy name. 

11. Isaiah iii. 10. S.M 

1 What cheering words are these ; 

Their sweetness who can tell ? 
In time and to eternal days, 
"'Tis with the righteous well." 

2 In every state secure, 

Kept as Jehovah's eye, 
'Tis well with them while life endures, 
And well when called to die. 


3 Well when they see His face, 
Or sink amidst the flood ; 
Well in affliction's thorny maze, 
Or on the mount with God. 

4 'Tis well when joys arise, 

Tis well when sorrows flow, 
'Tis well when darkness veils tlv, 
And strong temptations grow. 

5 'Tis well when Jesus calls, 
" From earth and sin arise, 
To join the hosts of ransomed souls, 
Made to salvation wise." 

12. Matt. xiv. 28, 29. F \i 

I He bids us come ; His voice we knova 
And boldly on the waters go, 

To Him our Lord and God; 
We walk on life's tempestuous tea 
For He who died to set us free, 

Hath called us by His word. 

2 Secure from troubled waves we trc *\ 
Nor all the storms around us heed, 
While to our Lord we look ; 


O'er every fierce temptation bound, 
The billows yield a solid ground, 
The wave is firm as rock. 

But if from Him we turn our eye, 
And see the raging floods run high, 

And feel our fears within ; 
Our foes so strong, our flesh so frail, 
Reason and unbelief prevail, 

And sink us into sin. 

Lord, we our belief confess, 
Our little spark of faith increase, 

That we may doubt no more ; 
But fix on Thee our steady eye, 
And on Thioe outstretched arm rely, 

Till all the storm is o'er. 

13. Galatvi.9. T's 

1 Faint not, Christian ! tnough the road 
Leading to thy blest abode, 
Darksome be, and dangerous too — 
Christ, thy guide, will bring thee through 

2 Faint not, Christian ! though in rage, 
Satan would thy soul engage ; 

Gird on faith's anointed shield, 
Bear it to the battle-field. 


3 Faint not, Christian ! though the world, 
Has its hostile flag unfurled ; 
Hold the cross of Jesus fast, 
Thou shalt overcome at last. 

4 Faint not, Christian ! though within, 
There's a heart so prone to sin j 
Christ the Lord is over all, 
He'll not suffer thee to fall. 

5 Faint not, Christian ! though thy God 
Smite thee with His chastening rod ; 
Smite He must, with father's care, 
That He may His love declare. 

6 Faint not, Christian ! Jesus' near, 
Soon in glory He'll appear ; 
And His love will then bestow 
Power over every foe. 

Faint not, Christian ! look on high, 
See the harpers in the sky ; 
Patient wait, and thou wilt join- 
Chant with them of love divine. 


14. Prov. xviii. 10. L.M. 

1 Rejoice ye saints, rejoice and praise 
The blessings of redeeming grace; 
Jesus, your everlasting tower, 
Mocks at the angry tempest's power. 

2 His love's a refuge ever nigh, 

His watchfulness as mountains high, 
His name's a rock, which winds above, 
And waves below, can never move. 

3 TVhile all things change, lie changes not, 
lie ne'er forgets, though oft forgot; 

His love's unchangeably the same, 
And as enduring as His name. 

4 Rejoice, ye saints, rejoice and praise 
The blessings of this wondrous grace ; 
Jesus, your everlasting tower, 

Can bear unmoved the tempest's power. 

15. John xiv. 1, 2. P.M. 

1 Away with our sorrow and fear ! 

We soon shall have entered our homo.; 
The city of saints shall appear, 
The day of eternity come. 


From earth we shall quickly remove, 
To dwell in a native abode, 

In mansions of glory above, 

Prepared of our Father and God. 

2 Ah ! who upon earth can conceive 

The bliss that in heaven they'll sharp, 
And who this dark world would not leave 

And cheerfully seek to be there, 
Where Christ is the light and the sun, 

And we by reflection shall shine, 
With Him everlastingly one, 

And bright in effulgence divine. 

3 'Tis good at Thy word to be here, 

'Tis better in Thee to be gone, 
And see Thee in glory appear, 

And rise to a share in Thy throne. 
All tears will be wiped from our eyes, 

When Thee we behold in the cloud, 
And echo the joys of the skies. 

And shout to the trumpet of God. 

16. 1 Cor. xv. 10. CM 

1 All that I was, my sin, my guilt, 
My death, was all my own ; 
All that I am, I owe to Thee, 
My gracious God alone. 


The evil of my former state 
Was mine, and only mine ; 

The good in which I now rejoice 
Is Thine, and only Thine. 

3 The darkness of iry former state, 

The bondage, all was mine ; 
The light of life in which I walk, 
The liberty is Thine. 

4 Thy grace first made me feel my sin, 

And taught me to believe ; 
Then in believing, peace I found, 
And now I live, I live. 

All that I am e'en here on earth, 

All that I hope to be, 
When Jesus comes, and glory dawns, 

I owe it, Lord, to Thee. 


17 1 Peter il 7. CM 

1 We'll sing of Christ, no matter who 
Should disapprove the theme : 
When He is precious to our view, 
Wo can't but sing of Him. 


2 And He is precious in the sight 

Of all who know His voice: 
'Twas He who brought them to the light, 
And taught them to rejoice. 

3 'Tis He who cheers them by His smile, 

And guards them by His power ; 
Who keeps them safe from force and guile, 
In every trying hour. 

4 'Tis He who will conduct them home, 

Beyond the reach of ill : 
Where all the ransomed people come, 
Where saints for ever dwell. 

6 Then let His people make their boast 
Of Him and Him alone, 
Who came from heaven to save the lost ; 
The praise be His alone. 

18. Exodus xiv. 15. Vfk 

1 When we cannot see our way, 
Let us trust, and still obey ; 
He who bids us forward go, 
Cannot fail the way to show. 


Though the sea be deep and wide, 
Though a passage seem denied ; 
Fearless let us still proceed, 
Since the Lord vouchsafes to lead. 

3 Though it seems the gloom of night, 
Though we see no ray of light ; 
Since the Lord Himself is there, 
'Tis not meet that we should fear. 

4 Night with Him is never night, 
Where He is, there all is light ; 
When He calls us, why delay ? 
They are happy who obey. 

5 Be it ours, then, while we're here, 
Him to follow without fear ! 
"Where He calls us, there to go, 
What He bids us, that to do. 

19. Heb. x. 37. L.M 

1 "A little while," our Lord shall come, 
And we shall wander here no more ; 
He'll take us to our Father's home, 
Where He for us has gone before. 


2 '* A little while," He'll come again ; 
Let us the precious hours redeem ; 
Our only grief to give Him pain, 
Our joy to serve and follow Him. 

3 " A little while," 'twill soon be past ; 
Why should we shun the promised cross? 
Oh ! let us in His footsteps haste, 
Counting for Him all else but loss. 

4 "A little while," come, Saviour, come ; 
For Thee Thy bride has tarried lung ; 
Take Thy poor wearied pilgrims home, 
To sing the new eternal song. 

20. Matt, xviii. 20. 8, 7, 4* 

1 In Thy name, Lord, assembling, 

"We, Thy people, now draw near ; 
Teach us to rejoice with trembling ; 

Speak and let Thy servants hear, 
Hear with meekness. 
Hear Thy word with godly fear. 

2 While our days on earth are lengthened, 

May we give them, Lord, to Thee, 
Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened, 

May we run, nor weary be ; 
'Till Thy glory, 
Without clouds in heaven we see 


Then in worship, purer, sweeter, 
Thee Thy people shall adore, 

Tasting of enjoyment greater 

Far than thought conceived before. 
Full enjoyment, 

Full, unmixed, and evermore. 

21. 2 Peter m. 12. P.M 

1 Oh ! haste away, my brethren dear, 
And come to Canaan's shore ; 
We'll meet and sing for ever there, 
"When all our toils are o'er. 

Oh ! that will be joyful, joyful, joyful, 

Oh! that will be joyful, 

To meet to part no more, 

To meet to part no more, 

On Canaan's happy shore; 
And there sing hallelujah 
With the friends that have gone before. 

2 How sweet to hear the hallowed theme 
That saints shall ever sing ; 
To hear their voices all proclaim 
" Salvation to the King." 

Oh ! that will be, etc. 


3 Around His throne, all jlothed in white, 
Will all His saints appear; 
And, shining in His glory bright, 
Will see our Saviour there. 

Oh ! that will be, etc. 

Through heaven the shouts of angels ring 
When sons to God are born : 

Oh ! what a company will sing 
On the millennial morn. 

Oh ! that will be, etc. 

Through one eternal day we'll sing, 
And bless His sacred name, 

With hallelujah to the King, 
And ' Worthy is the Lamb." 

Oh ! that will be, etc. 

22. Rom. xxii. 20. P.M. 

1 The church has waited long 
Her absent Lord to see ; 
And still in loneliness she waits — 
A friendless stranger she. 


Age after age has gone, 

Sun after sun has set, 
And still in weeds of widowhood 

She weeps, a mourner yet. 

Come, then. Lord Jesus, come! 

Saint after saint on earth, 

Has lived, and loved, and died ; 
And as they left us, one by one, 

We laid them side by side : 
We laid them down to sleep, 

But not in hope forlorn; 
We laid them but to ripen there 

Till the last glorious morn. 

Come, then, Lord Jesus, come ! 

The serpent's brood increase, 

The powers of hell grow bold, 
The conflict thickens, faith is low, 

And love is waxing cold. 
How long, Lord our God, 

Holy, and true, and good, 
Wilt thou not judge Thy suffering church, 

Her sighs, and tears, and blood ? 

Come, then, Lord Jesus, cornel 


"Wo long to hear Thy voice, 

To see Thee face to face, 
To share Thy crown and glory then, 

As now we share Thy grace. 
Should not the loving bride 

The absent bridegroom mourn ? 
Should she not wear the weeds of grief 

Until her Lord return ? 

Come, then, Lord Jesus, come 1 

5 The whole creation groans, 

And waits to hear that voice 
That shall restore her comeliness, 

And make her wastes rejoice. 
Come, Lord, and wipe away 

The curse, the sin, the stain, 
And make this blighted world of ours 

Thine own fair world again. 

Come, then, Lord Jesus, come I 


23. Cant, viii. 5. P.M. 

1 holy Saviour 1 Friend unseen ! 
Since on thy arm thou bid'st us lean, 
Help us throughout life's changing scene 
By faith to cling to Thee. 


2 Blest with this fellowship divine, 
Take what Thou wilt, we'll not repine 
For, as the branches to the vine, 
We only cling to Thee. 

3 Though far from home, fatigued, opprest, 
Here we have found a place of rest ; 
As exiles still, yet not unblest, 
Because we cling to Thee. 

4 What though the world deceitful prove, 
And earthly friends and hopes remove. 
With patient, uncomplaining love, 
Still can we cling to Thee. 

5 Though oft we seem to tread alone 
Life's dreary waste with thorns o'ergrown, 
Thy voice of love, in gentlest tone. 
Whispers, "Still cling to Me 1" 

6 Though faith and hope are often tried, 
We ask not, need not, aught beside, 
So safe, so calm, so satisfied 

The souls that cling to Thee. 


T They fear not Satan, nor the grave, 
They know Thee near, and strong to save 
With Thee all danger they can brave, 
Because thy cling to Thee. 

8 Blest is our lot, whate'er befall ; 
"Who can affright, or who appal ; 
Since as our strength, our Bock, our all, 
Jesus, wo i ling to Thee? 

24. Galat. vl 14. CM 

1 Let worldly minds the world pursue ; 
What are its charms to me ? 
Once I admired its trifles too, 
But grace has set me free. 

2 Its pleasures now no longer please, 
No more content afford; 
Far from my heart be joys like these, 
Now I have seen the Lord. 

3 As by the light of opening day 
The stars are all concealed, 
So ^earthly pleasures fade away 
When Jesus is revealed. 


Creatures no more divide my choice, 

I bid you all depart ; 
His name, and love, and gracious word, 

Have fixed my roving heart. 

25. Galatm. 13. CM. 

1 Blessed be God, for ever blest, 
And glorious be His name ! 
His Son He gave, our souls to save 
From everlasting shame. 

2 Had T worn sackcloth, and in dust 
Cast myself humbly down, 
Covered my miserable head 
With ashes for a crown, 

3 This could not save me from the curse, 
Nor end the endless pain, 
Xor quench the fire, nor ease the heart, 
Nur wipe away one stain. 

4 Th' Eternal Life His liie laid down, 
Such was the wondrous plan. 
And God, the blessed God, was made 
A curse for cursed man. 


5 Our flesh He took, our sins He bore, 
Himself for us He gave ; 
His woes were ours, and we with Him 
"Were buried in one grave. 

6 With Him we rose, with Him we live 
With Him we sit above, 
With Him for ever we shall share 
The Father's boundless love. 

7 Bless, then, Jehovah's blessed name, 
And bless our blessed King ; 
And songs of glad deliverance 
For ever, ever sing ! 

26. Matt, xl 28. Double CM 

1 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

Come unto me and rest ; 
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down 

Thy head upon my breast. 
I came to Jesus as I was, 

Weary, and worn, and sad, 
I found in Him a resting-place, 

And He has made me glad. 


2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

Behold, I freely give 
The living water ; thirsty one, 

Stoop down and drink and live. 
I came to Jesus, and 1 drank 

Of that life-giving stream ; 
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, 

And now I live in Him. 

3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

I am this dark world's light, 
Look unto me, thy morn shall rise, 

And all thy day be bright. 
T looked to Jesus, and I found 

In Him my Star, my Sun ; 
And in that light of life I'll walk, 

Till travelling days are done. 


27. Ephes.v.M. CM. 

1 Lord Jesus, are we one with Thee ? 

Oh ! height, oh ! depth of love ! 
With Thee we died upon the tree, 
In Thee we live above. 

2 Such was Thy grace that for our sake 

Thou didst from heaven come down, 
Our mortal flesh and blood partake, 
In all our misery one. 


Our sins, our guilt, in love divine, 
Were borne on earth by Thee ; 

The gall, the curse, the wrath were Thine, 
To set Thy members free. 

4 Ascended now in glory bright, 
Still one with us Thou art ; 
Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor heigh 1 
Thy saints and Thee can part. 

5 Soon, soon shall come that glorious day 
When, seated on Thy throne, 
Thou shalt to wond'ring worlds display 
That Thou with us art one. 

28. Prov. xiv. 32. 7 £, 

1 Ah! I shall soon be dying, 

Time swiftly glides away ; 
But, on my Lord relying, 

I hail the happy day ; 
The day when I shall enter 

Upon a world unknown. 
My helpless soul I venture 

On Jobus Christ alone. 


2 He once, a spotless victim, 

Cpon Mount Calvary bled; 
Jehovah did afllict Him 

And bruise Him in my stead: 
Hence all my hope arises, 

Unworthy as I am; 
My soul most surely prizes 

The sin-atoning Lamb. 

3 Soon, with the saints in glory, 

The grateful song I'll raise, 
And chant my blissful story 

In high seraphic lays. 
Free grace, redeeming merit, 

And sanctifying love 
Of Father, Son, and Spirit, 

I'll sing in realms above. 

29. Philip. I 21. P.M. 

1 Rejoice for a brother deceased, 

Our loss is his infinite gain ; 
A soul out of prison released, 

And freed from its bodily chain. 
With songs let us follow his flight, 

And mount with his spirit above, 
Escaped to the mansions of light, 

And lodged in the Eden of love. 


2 Our brother the haven hath gained, 

Out-flying the tempest and wind ; 
His rest he hath sooner obtained, 

And left his companions behind, 
Still tossed on a sea of distress. 

Hard toiling to make the blest shore; 
Where all is assurance and peace, 

And sorrow and sin are no more. 

3 There all the ship's company meet, 

Who sailed with the Saviour beneath, 
With shouting each other they greet, 

And triumph o'er trouble and death. 
The voyage of life's at an end, 

The mortal affliction is past ; 
The age that in heaven they spend 

For ever and over shall last. 


30. Rev. xiv. 13. P.M. 

1 How blest is our sister, bereft 

Of all that could burden her mind ! 
How easy the soul that has left. 

This wearisome body behind; 
Of evil incapable thou 

Whose relics with envy I see ; 
No longer in misery now, 

No longer a sinner like me. 


This earth is affected no more 

With sickness, or shaken with pain : 
The war in the members is o'er, 

And never shall vex her again. 
No anger henceforward, or shame, 

Shall redden this innocent clay ; 
Extinct is the animal flame, 

Amd passion is vanquished away. 

This languishing head is at rest, 

Its thinking and aching are o'er; 
This quiet, immovable breast 

Is heaved by affliction no more ; 
This heart is no longer the seat 

Of trouble and torturing pain ; 
[t ceases to nutter and beat, 

It never shall nutter again. 

The lids she so seldom could close, 

By sorrow forbidden to sleep, 
Sealed up in their mortal repose, 

Have strangely forgotten to weep : 
The fountains can yield no supplies, 

These hollows from water aro free ; 
The tears are all wiped from these eyes, 

And evil they never shall see. 



31. Bom. viiL 31. 7, 6. 

1 Is God for ir e ? what is it 

That man can do to me ? 
Oft as my God I visit, 

All woes give way and flee. 
If God be my salvation, 

!My refuge in distress, 
What earthly tribulation 

Can shake my steadfast peace f 

2 The ground of my profession 

Is Jesus and His blood ; 
He gives me the possession 

Of everlasting good. 
In me, and in my doing, 

Is nothing on this earth ; 
"What Jesus is bestowing 

Alone is truly worth. 

3 For me there is provided 

A city fair and new; 
To it I shall be guided — 

Jerusalem the. true! 
My portion there is lying, 

A destined Canaan — lot; 
Though I am daily dying, 

My Canaan withers noi 


My heart within me leapeth, 

And cannot down be cast ; 
In sunshine bright it keepeth, 

A never-ending feast. 
The sun which, smiling, lights me 

Is Jesus Christ alone ; 
And what to sing invites me, 

Is heaven on earth begun. 

32. 2 Kings iv. 26. P.M. 

1 Through the love of God our Saviour, 

All will be well ; 
Free and changeless is His favour, 

All, all is well. 
Precious is the blood that healed us ; 
Perfect is the grace that sealed us, 
Strong the hand stretched out to shield us, 

All must be well. 

Though we pass through tribulation, 

All will be well ; 
Our's is such a full salvation, 

All, all is well. 
Happy, still to God confiding, 
Fruitful, if in Christ abiding, 
Holy, through the Spirit's guiding, 
All must be well 


We expect a bright to-morrow, 

All will be well ; 
Faith can sing through days of sorrow 

All, all is well. 
On our Father's love relying, 
Jesus every need supplying, 
Or in living or in dying, 

All must be well. 

33. Matt. xiv. 27. CM 

1 When waves of sorrow round me swell, 
My soul is not dismayed ; 
I hear a voice I know full well, 
" 'Tis I, be not afraid." 

2 When black the threat'ning clouds appeal 
And storms my path invade, 
That voice shall tranquilize each fear, 
'"Tis I, be not afraid.'' 

i There is a gulf that must be crossed, — 
Saviour ! be near to aid ; 
Whisper, when my frail bark is tossed, 
"'Tis I, bs not afraid." 


There is a dark and fearful vale, 
Death hides within its shade ; 

Oh ! say, when flesh and hearts shall faU, 
"'Tis I, be not afraid." 

34. John xvil 24 L.M. 

1 Let me be with Thee where Thou art, 
My Saviour, my eternal rest ; 

Then only will this longing heart 
Be fully and for ever blest. 

2 Let me be with Thee where Thou art, 
Thy unveiled glory to behold; 

Then only will this wand'ring heart 
Cease to be false to Thee, and cold. 

3 Let me be with Thee where Thou art, 
Where spotless saints Thy name adore; 
Then only will this sinful heart 
13e evil and defiled no more. 

4 Let me be with Thee where Thou art. 
"Where none can die, where none remove, 
There neither death nor life will part 
Me from Thy presence and Thy love. 


35. MaiL vi. 10. P.M. 

1 My Grod, my Father, while I stray, 
Far from my home, on life's rough way, 
Oh ! teach me from my heart to say, 
" Thy will be done." 

2 If Thou should'st call me to resign 
"What most I prize, — it ne'er was mine ; 
I only yield Thee what was Thine ; — 
" Thy will be done." 

3 E'en if again I ne'er should see 
The friend more dear than life to me, 
Ere long we both shall be with Thee ;- 
" Thy will be done." 

4 Should pining sickness waste away 
My life in premature decay, 
My Father, still I strive to say, 

" Thy will be done." 

5 If but my fainting heart be blest 
"With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest, 
My God, to Thee I leave the rest, — 
"Thy will be done." 


6 Renew my wil. from day to day. 
Blend it with Thine, and take away 
All that now makes it hard to say, 
" Thy will be done." 

7 Then when on earth I breathe no more, 
The prayer oft mixed with tears before, 
I'll sing upon a happier shore, 

" Thy will be done." 

36. Horn. viii. 28. CM. 

1 When I by faith the Saviour's death 
Behold, and know Him mine, 
Sweetly my rising hours advance, 
And peacefully decline. 

2 I can not doubt his bounteous love, 
So full, so free, so kind ; 
To His unerring, gracious will 
Be ev'ry wish resigned. 

3 Good when he gives, supremely good, 
Nor less when he denies; 
Afflictions from His gracious hand, 
Are blessings in disguise. 


Inscribed in Thy fair book of life, 
Oh I may I read my name ! 

There let it fill some humble place, 
Beneath the slaughtered Lamb ! 

37. Rev. v. 12. P.M 

1 Glory to God on high! 
Let heav'n and earth reply, 
Praise ye His name: 
His love and grace adore, 
Who all our sorrows bore ; 
Sing aloud evermore. 

"Worthy the' Lamb!" 

2 Jesus, our Lord and God, 
Bore sin's tremendous load j 

Praise ye His name : 
Tell what His arm hath done, 
What spoils from death He won ; 
Sing His great name alone ; 

" Worthy the Lamb J" 

3 Join, all ye ransomed race, 
Our Lord and God to bless; 
Praise ye His name ; 


In him we will rejoice, 
And make a cheerful noise, 
Shouting with heart and voice, 
11 Worthy the Lamb l" 

What though we change our place, 
Yet we shall never cease 

Praising His name : 
To Him our songs we bring, 
Hail Him our gracious King, 
And without ceasing sing, 

"Worthy the Lamb!" 

Let all the hosts above 
Join in one song of love, 

Praising His name : 
To Him ascribed be, 
Honour and majesty, 
Through all eternity: 

"Worthy the Lamb 1" 

38. Psalm cxxxiv. 1. S.M. 

1 Stand up and bless the Lord, 
Ye people of His choice ; 
Stand up and bless the Lord your God, 
With heart and soul and voice. 


2 Though high above all praise, 

Above all blessing high, 
Who would not fear His holy name, 
And laud and magnify ? 

3 Oh ! for the living flame, 

From His own altar brought, 
To touch our lips, our minds inspire,. 
And wing to heaven our thought ! 

4 God is our strength and song, 

And His salvation ours ; 
Then be His love in Christ proclaimed, 
With all our ransomed powers. 

5 Stand up and bless the Lord, 

The Lord your God adore ; 
Stand up and bless His glorious name, 
Henceforth for evermore. 


39. Lulce xxL 28. CM. 

1 Awake ye saints, and raise your eyes, 
And lift your voices high ; 
Extol the sovereign love that shews 
Our full redemption nigh. 


Fast on the wings of time it flies, 
Its coming nought can stay : 

It speeds with each revolving year, 
With each declining day. 

3 Not many years their rounds shall run, 
Nor many mornings rise, 
Ere all its glories stand revealed 
To our admiring eyes. 

Then let the wheels of nature roll 

Yet onward to decay : 
We long to hail the rising sun, 

That brings th' eternal day. 


40. 1 John iv. 19. Double CM. 

1 We love Thee, Lord, because when we 

Had erred and gone astray, 
Thou didct recall our wand'ring soul3 

Into the homeward way. 
When helpless, hopeless, we were lost 

In sin and sorrow's night, 
Thou did'st send forth a guiding ray 

Of Thy benignant light 


2 Because when we forsook Thy ways, 

Nor kept Thy holy will, 
Thou wert not an avenging Judge, 

But a gracious Father still. 
Because we have forgot Thee, Lord, 

But Thou hast not forgot, — 
Because we have forsaken Thee, 

But Thou forsakes t not. 

3 Because, Lord, Thou lovedst us 

"With everlasting love ; 
Because Thou gav'st Thy Son to die, 

That we might live above ; 
Because when we were heirs of wrath, 

Thou gav'st the hopes of heaven ; 
We love because we much have sinned, 

And much have been forgiven. 

41. 1 John ii. 1. P.X 

1 Thou, the contrite sinner's Friend ! 
Who loving, lov'st them to the end, 
On this alone my hopes depend, 

That Thou wilt plead for me. 

2 When weary in the Christian race, 
Far off appears my resting place, 
And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace, 

Then, Saviour, plead for me. 


3 When I have erred and gone astray, 
Afar from thine and wisdom's way, 
And see no glimm'ring, guiaing ray, 
Still, Saviour, plead for me. 

•4. TVhen Satan, by my sins made bold, 
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold, 
Then with Thy pitying arms enfold, 
And plead, oh ! plead for me. 

5 And when my dying hour draws near, 
Darkened with anguish, guilt, and fear, 
Then to my fainting sight appear, 
Pleading in heaven for me. 

6 When the full light of heavenly day, 
Reveals my sin in dread array, 
Say Thou hast washed them all away.— 
Oh ! say Thou plead'st for me ! 


42. Rom. v. 1. P.M. 

I I thought upon my sins, and I was sad. 
My soul was troubled sore and filled 
with pain ; 
But then I thought on Jesus and was glad. 
My heavy grief was turned to joy agau* 


2 I thought upon the law, the fieiy law. 
Holy, and just, and good in its decree, 
I looked to Jesus, and in Him I saw 
That law fulfilled, its curse endured 
for me. 

I thought I saw aiz angry, frowning God, 
Sitting as judge upon the great white 
throne ; 
My soul was overwhelmed, — then Jesus 
His gracious face, and all my dread 
was gone. 

I saw my sad estate, condemned to die; 
Then terror seized my heart and dark 
despair ; 
But when to Calvary I turned my eye, 
I saw the cross, and read forgiveness 

I saw that I was lost, far gone astray, 
No hope of safe return, there seemed 
to be ; 

But then I heard that Jesus was the way, 
A new and living way prepared for me. 


Then in that way, so free, so safe, so sure. 
Sprinkled all o'er with reconciling 

Will I abide, and never wander more, 
Walking aloDg in fellowship with God. 


43. Isaiah lxiv. 22. S.M. 

1 My sins areiblotted out, 
Since Jesus died for me ; 
My times are in a Father's hand, 
My steps in His decree. 

2 Jesus in heaven appears, 
For me to intercede ; 
And countless benefits proclaim, 
" The Lord is risen indeed." 

3 A little child is free 

Of carefulness and guile, 
Rests in a mother's guardian love, 
And waits a father's smile. 

4 Father of spirits, hear, 

Make me this little child; 
May I delight myself in Thee, 
By no mistrust defiled. 


44. Rev. xxii. 1T-20. S.M. 

1 The Spirit in our hearts 

Is whispering, Sinner, come 1 
The bride, the Church of Christ proclaim 
To all His children, come. 

Let him that heareth, say- 
To all about him, Come ! 

Let him that thirsts for righteousness, 
To Christ, the fountain, come I 

j Yes ! whosoever will, 

Oh ! let him freely come, 
And freely drink the stream of life ; 
'Tis Jesus bids him Come ; 

4 Lo ! Jesus, who invites, 

Declares, *' I quickly come ;" 
Lord, even so ! I wait Thy hour* 
•Tesus, my Saviour, come I 


45. 2 Peter L 19. C.2J 

1 Hope of our hearts. Lord, appear, 
Thou glorious star of day ; 
Shine forth and chase the dreary night, 
Y\ r ith all our tears, away ! 

2 Strangers on earth, we wait for Thee ; 
Oh ! leave the Father's throne ; 
Come with a shout of victory, Lord, 
And claim us as Thy own. 

3 Oh ! bid the bright archangel now, 
The trump of God prepare, 
To call Thy saints — the quick, the dead, 
To meet Thee in the air. 

4 Xo resting-place we seek on earth, 
No loveliness we see ; 
Our eye is on the royal crown 
Prepared for us and Thee. 

5 But, dearest Lord, however bright 
That crown of joy above, 
What is it to the brighter hope 
Of dwelb'ng in Thy love ? 


6 What to the joy, the deeper joy, 

Unmingled, pure, and free, 

Of union with our living Head, 

Of fellowship with Thee ? 

1 This joy e'en now on earth is our3 • 
But only Lord, above, 
Our heart without a pang shall know 
The fulness of Thy love. 

8 There, near Thy heart, upon the throne, 
Thy ransomed bride shall see 
What grace was in the bleeding Lamb 
Who died to make her free. 

46. Acts ii. 2. C."M 

1 Spirit Divine ! attend, our prayer, 
And make this house Thy home ; 
Descend with all Thy gracious power, 
Oh! come, Great Spirit, cornel 

2 Come as the light ; to us reveal 
Our emptiness and woe ; 
And lead us in those paths of life 
Where all the righteous go. 


3 Come as the fire, and purge our hearts 
Like sacrificial flame ; 
Let our whole souls an offering be 
To our Redeemer's name. 

4 Come as the dew, and sweetly bless 
This consecrated hour ; 
May barren minds be taught to own 
Thy fertilizing power. 

5 Come as the dove, and spread Thy winga 
The wings of peaceful love ; 
And let the Church on earth become 
Blest as the Church above. 

47. 1 Cor. hi 22. % CM. 

1 If God is mine, then present things 
And things to come are mine ; 
Yea, Christ, His TTord, and Spirit too, 
And glory all divine. 

2 If He is mine, then from His lovo 
He every trouble sends ; 
All things are working for my good, 
And bliss His rod attenda 


If He is mine, I need not fear 
The rage of earth and hell ; 

He will support my feeble power, 
Their utmost force repel. 

1 If He is mine, let friends forsake, 
Let wealth and honor flee ; 
Sure He who giveth me Himself 
Is more than these to me. 

5 If He is mine, I'll boldly pass 

Through death's tremendous vale ; 
He is a solid comfort when 
All other comforts fail. 

6 Oh ! tell me, Lord, that Thou art mine ; 
What can I wish beside ? 
My soul shall at the fountain live, 
"When all the streams are dried. 

48. Rev. v. 9. CM 

1 Sing we the song of those who stand 
Around the eternal throne, 
Of every kindred, clime, and land, 
A multitude unknown. 


Life's poor distinctions vanish here; 

To-day. the young, the old, 
Our Saviour and His flock appear, 

One Shepherd and one fold. 

3 Toil, trial, suffering still await 
On earth the pilgrim throng ; 
Yet learn we in our low estate, 
The Church triumphant's song. 

4 "Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain, 
Cry the redeemed above, 
Blessing and honor to obtain, 
And everlasting love. 

5 "Worthy the Lamb, on earth we sing 
Who died our souls to save. 
Henceforth, Death ! where is thy sting ? 
Thy victory, Grave? 

6 Then hallelujah! power and praise 
To God in Christ be given ; 
May all who now this anthem raise, 
Renew the strain in heaven. 



49. Rev. xiv. 4. CM 

1 A pilgrim through this lonely world, 
The blessed Saviour passed : 
A mourner all His life was He, 
A dying Lamb at last. 

That tender heart that felt for all, 
For all its life-blood gave ; 

It found on earth no resting-place, 
Save only in the grave. 

Such was our Lord ; and shall we fear 
The cross, with all its scorn ? 

Or love a faithless, evil world, 

That wreathed His brow with thorn ? 

4 No, facing all its frowns or smiles, 
Like Him, obedient still, 
We homeward press through storm or 
To Zion's blessed hilL [calm, 


5 0. Luke xxii. 42. CM 

L One prayer I have, all prayers in one, 
When I am wholly Thine, 
Thy will, my God, Thy will be done, 
And let that will be mine. 

2 All-wise, Almighty, and All-good, 
h\ Thee I firmly trust ; 
Thy ways, unknown or understood. 
Are merciful and just. 

3 May I remember, that to Thee, 

Whate'er I have I owe ; 
And back in gratitude from me, 
May all Thy bounties flow. 

4 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed, 

When used as talents lent; 

Those talents only well employed 

When in Thy service spent 

5 And tho'igh Thy wisdom takes away 

Shall I arraign Thy will ? 
No, let me bless Thy name, and say, 
11 The Lord is gracious still" 


A pilgrim through the earth I roam, 
Of nothing long possessed ; 

And all must fail when I go home, 
For this is not my rest 

7 Write but my name upon the roll 
Of Thy redeemed above ; 
Then, heart and mind and strength and 
I'll love Thee for Thy love. [soul. 

51. I Peter il 25. S.M 

1 I was a wandering sheep, 
I did not love the fold ; 
I did not love my Shepherd's voice, 
I would not be controlled. 

2 I was a wayward child, 
I did not love my homo ; 
I did not love my Father's voice, 
I loved afar to roam. 

3 The Shepherd sought His sheep, 
The Father sought His child; 
They followed me o'er vale and hill, 
O'er desert, waste, and wild. 


4 They found me nigh to death. 
Famished, and taint, and lone ; 
They bound me with the bands of love, 
They saved the wandering one. 

6 They washed my filth away, 

They made me clean and fair ; 
They brought me to my home in peace, 
The long-sought wanderer 1 

n Jesus my Shepherd is,* 

'Twas He that loved my soul, 
Twas He that washed me in His blood, 
'Twas lie that made me whole. 

7 Twas He that sought the lost, 

That found the wandering sheep ; 
'Twas He that brought me to the fold. 
'Tis He that still doth keep. 

8 I was a wandering sheep, 

I would not be controlled ; 
But now I love the Shepherd's voice, 
I love, I love the fold 1 

9 I was a wayward child, 

I once preferred to roam ; 
But now I love my Father's voice, 
I love, I love His home 1 



52. Bom. viii. 12. 1, 7, 4. 

1 When I listen to Thy word, 

In Thy temple cold and dead ; 
When I cannot see Thee, Lord, 
All faith's little day-light fled, 

Sun of glory, 
Beam again around my head. 

2 When Thy statutes I forsake, 

When my graces dimly shine, 
When Thy covenant I break, 
Jesus, then remember Thine ; 

Check my wanderings, 
By a look of love divine. 

3 When Thy heavenly dew distils, 

And my views, Lord, are clear, 
Clear and bright from Zion's hills, 
Temper joys with holy fear ; 
Keep me watchful, 
Safe alone when Thou art near. 

4 When afflictions cloud my sky, 

When the tide of sorrow flows, 
When Thy rod is lifted high, 
Let me on Thy love repose ; 

Stay the rough wind, 
When Thy chilling east wind blowa 

"When the vale of death appears, 
Faint and cold this mortal clay, 

Kind Forerunner, soothe my fears, 
Light me through the darksome way. 

Break the shadows, 
Usher in eternal day. 


53. Psalm cxxi. 1. CM 

1 'Welcome days of solemn meeting! 

Welcome days of praise and prayer! 
Far from earthly scenes retreating, 
In your blessings we would share, — 

Sacred seasons, 
In your blessings we would share. 

2 Be Thou near us, blessed Saviour, 

Still at morn and eve the same ; 
Give us faith that cannot waver ; 
Kindle in us heaven's own flame, — 

Blessed Saviour, 
Kindle in us heaven's own flame. 

2 When the fervent prayer is glowing, 
Holy Spirit hear that prayer; 
When the song of praise is flowing, 
Let that song Thine impress bear,— 

Holy Spirit, 
Let that song Thine impress bear. 


54. Rev. v. 6. CM 

1 Earth has engrossed my love too long, 

'Tis time I lift mine eyes 
Upwards, dear Father, to Thy throne, 
And to my native skies. 

2 There the blest man, my Saviour, sits, 

The God! how bright He shinesl 
And scatters infinite delights 
On countless happy minds. 

3 Seraphs with elevated strains, 

Compass the throne around; 
And move and charm the starry plains, 
With an immortal sound. 

4 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs ; 

Jesus, my God, they sing ! 
Jesus, the life of both our joys, 
So and sweet from ev'ry string. 

5 Now let me mount and join their song, 

And be an angel too : 
My heart, my ear, my hand, my tongue, - 
Here's jojful work for you. 


6 I would begin the music here, 
And so my soul should rise : 
Oh ! for some heav'nly notes to bear 
My praises to the skies 1 

7 There ye that love my Saviour, sit, 
There I would fain have place, 
Among your thrones, or at your feet, 
So I might see His face. 

55. Psalm cxlviiL 14. P.M 

] Nearer, my God, to Thee, — 
Nearer to Thee I 

E'en though it be a cross 

That raiseth me ; 

Still all my song shall be, 

Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee 1 

Though like a wanderer, 

The sun gone down, 

Darkness comes over me, 

My rest a stone, 

Yet in my dreams I'd be 

Nearer, my God, to Thee, — 
Nearer to Thee ! 


8 There let my way appear 

Steps unto heav'n ; 
All that Thou sendest me 

In mercy giv'n ; 
Angels to beckon me 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, — 
Nearer to Thee I 

4 Then with my waking thoughts 

Bright with Thy prais^ 
Out of my stony griefs 

Bethel I'll raise ; 
So by my woes to be 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, — 
Nearer to Thee ! 

6 And when on joyful wing, 

Cleaving the sky; 
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, 

Upward I fly ; 
Still all my song shall be, 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, — 
Nearer to Thee ! 

56. Psalm xxiii. 4. CM. 

1 There is an hour when I must part 
With all I hold most dear ; 
And life, with its best hopes, will then 
As nothingness appear. 


2 There is an hour when I must sink 
Beneath the stroke of death ; 
And yield to Him who gave it first, 
My struggling vital breath 

'6 There is an hour when I must stand 
Before the judgment-seat ; 
And all my sins, and all my foes, 
In awful vision meet. 

4 There is an hour when I must look 
On one eternity; 
And nameless woe, or blissful life, 
My endless portion be. 

5 Saviour, then, in all my need 
Be near, be near to me : 
And let my soul, by steadfast faith, 
Find life and heaven in Thee. 

57. Acts xxi. 13. U 

1 When the spark of life is waning, 
Weep not for me: 
When the languid eye is straining, 
Weep not for me. 


When the feeble pulse is ceasing, 
Start not at its swift decreasing, 
'Tis the fettered soul's releasing ; 
Weep not i>r me. 

When the pangs of death assail me, 

Weep not for me: 
Christ is mine, — He cannot fail me, — 

Weep not for me. 
Yes ! though sin and doubt endeavor 
From His love my soul to sever, 
Jesus is my strength for ever ; — 
Weep not for me. 

58. 2 Tim. iv. 6. P.M 

1 I'm going to leave all my sadness, 

f m going to change earth for heaven, 
There, there all is peace, all is gladness, 

There pureness and glory are given. 
Friends, weep not in sorrow of spirit, 

But joy that my time here is o'er; 
J go the good part to inherit, 

Where sorrow and sin are no more. 

2 The shadows of evening are fleeing, 

Morn breaks on the city of light; 
This moment day starts into being, 
Eternity bursts on my sight. 


The first-born redeemed from all trouble, 
(The Lamb that was slain in the throng,) 

Their ardor in praising redouble ; — 
Breaks not on the ear the new song ? 

I'm going to tell their glad story, 

To share in their transports of praise, 
I'm going in garments of glory, 

My voice to unite with their lays. 
Ye fetters corrupted, then leave me ; 

Thou body of sin, droop and die ; 
Pains of earth, cease ye ever to grieve me 

From you 'tis for ever I fly. 

59. John xxi. 16. CM 

I Do not I love Thee ? my Lord, 
Behold my heart, and see ! 
And cast each hated idol down, 
That dares to rival Thee. 

2 Do not I love Thee from my soul ? 

Then let me nothing love ; 

Dead be my heart to every joy, 

When Jesus oannot move. 


3 Is not Thy name melodious still, 
To mine attentive ear? 
Does not each pulse with pleasure bound 
My Saviour's voice to hear ? 

•4 Thou know'st I love Thee, gracious Lord 
But oh ! I long to soar 
Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 
And learn to love Thee more 1 


60. jSxod. xiv. 15. P.M. 

1 Press forward and fear not; the billows 

may roll, 
But the power of Jesus their rage can 

control ; 
Though waves rise in anger, their tumults 

shall cease, 
One word of His bidding shall hush them 

to peace. 

2 Press forward and fear not ; though trial 
be near, 
The Lord is our refuge— whom then shall 
we fear? 


His staff is our comfort, our safe-guard 

His rod ; 
Then let us be steadfast and trust in our 


3 Press forward and fear not ; be strong in 

the Lord, 

In the power of His promise, the truth of 
His word ; 

Through the sea and the desert our path- 
way may tend, 

But He who hath saved us will save to 
the end. 

4 Press forward and fear not ; we'll speed 

on our way ; 
Why should we e'er shrink from our path 

in dismay? 
We tread but the road which our Leader 

has trod; 
Then let us press forward, and trust in 

our God. 

61. Psalm evil 1, 2. L.M. 

1 Let sinners saved give thanks and sing 
Of mercies past, of joys to come ; 
The Lord their Saviour is and king, 
The cross their hope, and heaven their 


2 Let sinners saved give thanks and sing-* 
Sweet is the subject of their song — 
Who, made the children of a king, 
Expect to sit in heaven ere long. 

3 Let sinners saved give thanks and sing — 
The Lord has kept in dangers past ; 
And oh! sweet thought, the Lord will 

His people safe to heaven at last. 

4 Let sinners saved give thanks and sing— 
Of Jesus sing through all their days ; 

In heaven their golden harps they'll string, 
And then for ever sing His praise. 

82. Eel. xi. 16. S.M. 

1 I have a home above, 

From sin and sorrow free ; 
A mansion which eternal lovo 
Designed and formed for mo. 

2 My Father's gracious hand 

Has built this sweet abode; 
From everlasting it was planned— 
My dwellirg- place with God. 


3 My Saviour's precious blood 

Has made ray title sure : 
lie passed through death's dark raging 
To make my rest secure. 

4 The Comforter is come, 

The earnest has been given; 

He leads me onward to the homo 

Reserved for me in heaven. 

5 Loved ones are gone before, 

"Whose pilgrim days are done ; 
I soon shall greet them on that shoro 
Where partings are unknown. 

83. 2 Kings iv. 26. S.M. 

1 Beloved, " it is well !" 

God's ways are always right; 

And perfect love is o'er them all, 

Though far above our sight. 

2 Beloved, "it is well!" 

Though deep and sore the smart, 
The hand that wounds knows how to bind 
And heal the broken heart. 


3 Beloved, 'it is well!" 

Though sorrow clouds our way, 
'Twill only make the joy more dear 
That ushers in the day. 

4 Beloved, " it is well !" 

The path that Jesus trod, 
Though rough, and strait, and dark it be, 
Leads home to heaven and G-od. 

64. 2 These, i. 1. P.M. 

1 I hear a voice at dawn of day, 
And to my heart it seems to say, 
When sorrow dims hope's brightest ray, 
" There's rest in heaven." 

2 I hear it at the evening tide, 

When fitful shadows round us glide, 
Still whispering gently at my side, 

u . There's rest in heaven." 

3 E'en at noon's busy hour I hear 
The same sweet words accost my ear, 
With power to stay the rising tear — 

" There's rest ii\ heaven." 


4 Blest words! which tell of naught but joy, 
Of endless rest without alloy, 

Well may they oft our thoughts employ — 
11 There's rest in heaven." 

5 Spirit of life and love divine, 
Subdue my heart and make it thine, 
That I may dwell upon as mine, 

. That M rest in heaven." 

65. Phil iv. 6. CM. 

1 Prayer is the breath of God in man, 

Returning whence it came ; 

Love is the sacred fire within, 

And prayer the rising flame. 

2 It gives the burdened spirit ease, 

And soothes the troubled breast ; 
Yields comfort to the mourning soul, 
And to the weary rest. 

3 The prayers and praises of the saints, 

Like precious odors sweet, 
Ascend and spread a rich perfume 
Around the mercy- seat. 

When God inclines the heart to pray, 

He hath an ear to hear; 
To Him there's music in a groan, 

And beauty in a tear. 

The humble suppliant can not fail 

To have his wants supplied, 
Since He for sinners intercedes, 

Who once for sinners died. 


66. Psalm xviii. 1. 6. 8. 

1 Thee will I love, my strength, my tower; 

Thee will I love, my joy, my crown ; 
Thee will I love with all my power, 

In all Thy works, and Thee alone : 
Thee will I love till sacred fire 
Fills my whole soul with pure desire. 

2 Ah ! why did I so late Thee know, 
Thee lovelier than the sons of men ? 
Ah ! why did I no sooner go 

To Thee, the only ease in pain ? 
Ashamed I sigh and inly mourn, 
That I so late to Thee d'.d turn. 


3 In darkness willingly I strayed ; 

I heard Thee, yet from Thee I roved ; 
Far wide my wandering thoughts were 
Thy creatures more than Thee I loved ; 
And now, if more at length I see, 
'Tis through Thy light, and comes from 

4 I thank Thee, uncreated Sun, 

That Thy bright beams on me havo 
I thank Thee, who hast overthrown 

My foes, and healed my wounded mind ; 
I thank Thee, whose enlivening voice 
Bids my freed heart in Thee rejoice. 

5 Uphold me in the upward race, 

Nor suffer me again to stray ; 
Strengthen my feet with steady pace 

Still to press forward in Thy way : 
Let all my powers, with all their might 
In Thy sole glory now unite. 

6 Thee will I love, my joy, my crown, 

Thee will I love, my Lord, my God, 
Thee will I love, beneath Thy frown, 

Or smile — Thy sceptre, or Thy rod ; 
"What though my flesh and heart decay, 
Thee shall I love in endless day. 



67. Gal vi 1. P.M 

1 Look Thou with pity on a brother's fall, 
But dwell not with stern anger on his 

fault ; 
The grace of God alone holds thee, holds 

Were that withdrawn, thou too wouldst 

swerve and halt. 

2 Lead back the wanderer to the Saviour's 

That were an action worthy of a saint ; 
But not in malice let the crime be told, 
Nor publish to the world the evil taint. 

3 The Saviour suffers when His children 

slide ; 
Then is His holy name by men blas- 
And He afresh is mocked, and crucified, 
Even by those His bitter death redeemed. 

4 Rebuke the sin, but yet in love rebuke, 
Feel as one member in another's pain ; 
Wean back the soul that His fair path 

^.nd mighty and eternal is the gain. 


68. Psalm cxix. 105. CM. 

1 Would'st thou be wise and know tbo 

TVould'st thou believe aright ? 
Make the blest volume of His word, 
Thy rule, thy guide, thy light. 

2 Here is the spring where waters flow, 

To quench our heat of sin ; 
Here is the tree where truth doth grow, 
To lead our lives therein. 

3 Here is the Judge that stints the strife, 

"When men'3 devices fail ; 
Here is the bread that feeds the life 
Which death can not assaiL 

4 The tidings of salvation dear 
Come to our ears from hence ; 
The fortress of our faith is here, 
Our shield, and our defense. 

5 Bead not this book in any case 
But with a single eye ; 
Read not but first desire God's grace 
T<- understand thereby. 


6 Pray still in faith with this respect, 
To fructify therein; 
That knowledge may bring this effect, 
To mortify thy sin. 

1 Then happy thou in all thy life. 
"W'hatso to thee befalls ; 
Tea I doubly happy shalt thou be. 
When God by death thee calls. 


68. Thess. Hi. 13. P.M. 

1 Breast the wave, Christian, when it is 
strongest ; 

Watch for day, Christian, when the 
night's longest ; 

Onward and onward still be thine en- 

The rest that remaineth will be for ever. 

thee ; 
Run the race, Christian ; heaven is before 

thee ; 
He who hath promised faltcreth never; 
The love of eternity flows on for ever. 


3 Lift the eye, Christian, just as it closeth ; 
Raise the heart, Christian, ere it reposeth ; 
These from the love of Christ nothing 

shall sever ; 
Mount when thy work is done — praise 

Him for ever. 

70. EzeMel xi. 16. L.M. 

1 Jesus our Lord ! to Thee we call, 
Thou art our life, our hope, our all ; 
And vve have nowhere else to flee, 
No sanctuary, Lord, but Thee. 

2 Whatever foes or fears betide, 

In Thy dear presence let us hide ; 
And while we rest our souls on Thee, 
Do Thou our sanctuary be. 

3 Quickly the day of light draws nigh, 
Or wc may bow our heads and die ; 
But, ohl what joy this witness gives! 
Jesus, our sanctuary, lives. 

4 He from the grave our dust will raise, 
We in the heavens shall sing His praise; 
And when in glory we appear, 

He'll be our sanctuary there. 


71. Eccles. xi. 6. S.M. 

1 Sow in the morn thy seed, 

At eve hold not thine hand ; 
To doubt and fear give thou no heed — 
Broad-cast it o'er the land. 

2 Beside all waters sow, 

The high- way furrows stock ; 
Drop it where thorns and thistles grow, 
Scatter it on the rock. 

3 The good, the fruitful ground, 

Expect not every where ; 
O'er hill and dale, by plots, 'tis found ; 
Go forth then every where. 

4 Thou know'st not which may thrive, 

The late or early sown; 
Grace keeps the precious germ alive, 
When and wherever strown ; 

6 And duly shall appear, 

In verdure, beauty, strength, 
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, 
And th(j full corn at length. 


6 Thou canst not toil in vain ; 

Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, 
Shall foster and mature the grain, 
For garners in the sky. 

7 Hence, when the glorious end, 

The day of God is come, 
The angel reapers shall descend, 
And heaven cry, " Harvest home." 


72. 1 Sam. xi. 12. S.M. 

1 And are we yet alive, 

And see each other's face? 

Glory and praise to Jesus give 

For His redeeming grace ! 

2 Preserved by power divine, 

To full salvation here, 
Again in Jesu's praise we join, 
And in His sight appear. 

3 What troubles have wo seen, 

What conflicts have we passed, 
Fightings without and fears within, 
Since we assembled last' 


4 But out of all the Lord 

Hath brought us by His lovu ; 
And still He doth his help afford, 
And hides our life above. 

5 Then let us make our boast 

Of His redeeming power, 
"Which saves us to the uttermost, 
Till we can sin no more. 

6 Let us take up the cross, 

Till we the crown obtain ; 
And gladly reckon all things loss, 
So we may Jesus gain. 


73. Luke xviii. 1. L.M. 

1 Prayer was appointed to convey 
The blessings God designs to give ; 
Long as they live should Christians pray, 
For only while they pray they live. 

2 The Christian's heart his prayer indites, 
He speaks as prompted from within ; 
The Spirit his petition writes, 

And Christ receives and gives it iD 


3 And wilt thou in dead silence lie, 
When Christ stands waiting for thy 

prayer ? 
My soul thou hast a Friend on high ; 
Arise and try thy interest there. 

4 If pains afflict or wrongs oppress, 
If cares distract or fears dismay, 
If guilt deject, if sin distress, 
The remedy's before thee — Pray. 

5 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak, 
Though thoughts be broken, language 

lame ; 
Pray if thou canst or canst not speak ; 
But pray with faith in Jesu's name. 

6 Depend on Him — thou oanst not fail ; 
Make all thy wants and wishes known; 
Fear not — His merits must prevail ; 
Ask what thou wilt, it shall be done. 


74. Romans xiii. 25. P.M. 

1 Soon and for ever the breaking of day 
Shall chase all the night-clouds of sor- 
row away ; 
Soon and for ever we'll see as we're seen, 
And know the deep meaning of things 
that have been — 


Where fightings without and conflicts 
Shall weary no more in the warfare 
with sin — 
Where tears and where fears and where 
death shall be never, 
Christians with Christ shall be soon 
and for ever. 

2 Soon and for ever the work shall be donp, 
The warfare accomplished, the victory 
won ; 
Soon and for ever the soldier lay down 
The sword for a harp, the cross for a 
crown : 
Then sink not in sorrow, despond not in 
A glorious to-morrow is brightening 
and near, 
When — blessed reward for each faitliful 
endeavor — 
Christians with Christ shall be, soon 
and for ever I 

75. Psalm lxxiil 25. P.Mr 

1 Pass away earthly joy — 
Jesus is mine ! 
Break every mortal tie — 
Jesus is mine 1 


Dark is the wilderness ; 
Distant the resting-place; 
Jesus alone can bless: 
Jesus is mine I 

2 Tempt not my soul awav— 

Jesus is mine ! 
Here would I ever stay — 

Jesus is mine I 
Perishing things of clay, 
Born but for one brief day, 
Pass from my heart away — 

Jesus is mine I 

3 Fare ye'well, dreams of nighk-* 

Jesus is mine I 
Mine is a dawning bright-— 

Jesus is mine I 
All that my soul has tried 
Left but a dismal void ; 
Jesus has satisfied — 

Jesus is mine I 

4 Farewell mortality — 

Jesus is mine I 
"Welcome eternity — 

Jesus is mine ! 
"Welcome ye scenes of rest, 
Welcome ye mansions blest> 
"Welcome a Saviour's breast- 
Jesus is mine I 


76. Psalm lxv. 2. CM. 

1 There is an eye that never sleeps 

Beneath the wing of night ; 
There is an ear that never shuts, 
When sink the beams of light. 

2 There is an arm that never tires, 

When human strength gives way ; 
There is a love that never fails, 
When earthly loves decay. 

3 That eye is fixed on seraph throngs : 

That arm upholds the sky ; 
That ear is filled with angel songs ; 
That love is throned on high. 

4 But there's a power which man can wield, 

When mortal aid is vain, 
That eye, that arm, that love to reach, 
That listening ear to gain. 

5 That power is prayer; which soars on 

Through Jesus to the throne, 
And moves the hand which moves the 
To bring salvation down. 


77. Ezek. xxxiv. 23. 16. 

1 gracious Shepherd I bind us 

With cords of love to Thee, 
And evermore remind us 

How mercy set us free. 
Oh ! may Thy Holy Spirit 

Set this before our eyes, 
That we Thy death and merit 

Above all else may prize. 

2 We are of our salvation 

Assured through Thy love ; 
Tet oh I on each occasion 

How faithless do we prove 1 
Thou hast our sins forgiven — ■ 

Then leaving all behind, 
We would press on to heaven, 

Bearing the prize in mind. 

3 Grant us henceforth, dear Saviour, 

While in this vale of tears, 
To look to Thee, and never 

Give way to anxious fears. 
Thou, Lord, wilt not forsake us, 

Though we are oft to blame ; 
Oh ! let Thy love then make us 

Hold fast Thy faith and name. 


78. 1 John i. X. CM. 

1 Walk in the light 1 so shalt thou know 

That fellowship of love, 
His Spirit only can bestow, 
Who reigns in light above. 

2 Walk in the light ! and thou shalt find 

Thy heart made truly His, 
Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, 
In whom no darkness is. 

3 Walk in the light ! and sin abhorred 

Shall ne'er defile again ; 
The blood of Jesus Christ the Lord 
Shall cleanse from every sin. 

4 Walk in the light ! and e'en the tomb 

No fearful shade shall wear ; 
Glory shall chase away its gloom, 
Eor Christ hath conquered there. 

6 Walk in the light ! and thou shalt see 
Thy path, though thorny, bright, 
For God by grace shall dwell in thee, 
And God Himself is light. 


79. 1 Peter ii 21, 22, 23. CM 

1 What grace, Lord, and beauty shone 

Around Thy steps below! 
Whnt patient love was seen in all 
Thy life and death of woe I 

2 For ever on Thy burdened heart 

A weight of sorrow hung ; 
Yet no ungentle murmuring word 
Escaped Thy silent tongue. 

3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile — 

Thy friends unfaithful prove ; 
Unwearied in forgiveness still, 
Thy heart could only love. 

4 Oh ! give us hearts to love like Thee— 

Like Thee, Lord, to grieve 

Far more for other's sins, than all 

The wrongs that we receive. 

5 One with Thyself, may every eye 

In us, Thy brethren, see 
That gentleness and grace that spring 
From union, Lord, with Thee. 


80. John xx. 28. P.M. 

1 Jesus, Thy name I love, 
All other names above, 

Jesus my Lord ! 
Oh ! Thou art all to me, 
Nothing to please I see, 
Nothing apart from Thee, 

Jesus my Lord I 

2 Thou, blessed Son of God, 
Hast bought me with Thy blood, 

Jesus my Lord ! 
Oh ! how great is Thy love, 
All other loves above, 
Love that I daily prove, 

Jesus my Lord I 

When unto Thee I fiee, 
Thou wilt my refuge be, 

Jesus my Lord ! 
What need I now to fear? 
What earthly grief or care, 
Since Thou art ever near ? 

Jesus my Lord I 


Soon Thou wilt come again I 
I shall be happy then, 

Jesus my Lord ! 
Then Thine own face I'll see, 
Then I shall like Thee be, 
Then evermore with Thee, 

Jesus my Lord ! 

81. Rev ii. 28. P.M. 

1 There is a morning star, my soul, 

There is a morning star ; 
'Twill soon be near and bright, though now 
It seems so dim and for. 
And when time's stars have come and gone, 
Aud every mist of earth has flown, 
That better star shall rise, 
On this world's clouded skies, 
To shine for ever. 

2 The night is well nigh spent, my soul, 

The night is well nigh spent, 
And soon above our heads shall shino 
A glorious firmament ; 
Unutterably pure and bright — 
The Lamb once slain, its perfect light — - 
A light unchanging and divine, 
A star that shall unclouded shine, 
Descending never. 


82. 1 John iv. 8. P.M 

1 We can not always trace the way, 
Where Thou, our gracious Lord, dost 

But we can always surely say, 
That Thou art love. 

2 When fear its gloomy cloud will fling 
O'er earth — our souls to heaven above 
As to their sanctuary spring, 
For Thou art love. 

3 When mystery shrouds our darkened 
We'll check our dread, our doubts re- 
prove ; 
In this our soul sweet comfort hath, 
That Thou art love. 

4 Yes ! Thou art love — a truth like this 

Can every gloomy thought remove, 

And turn all tears, all woes to bliss; 

Our God is love. 


83. Psalm civ. 34. P.M. 

1 I journey through a desert drear and 

ret is my heart by such sweet thoughts 

Of Him on whom I lean, my strength, 

my stay, 
I can forget the sorrows of the way. 

2 Thoughts of His love — the root of every 


Which finds in this poor heart a dwell- 
ing-place ; 

The sunshine of my soul, than day more 

And my calm pillow of repose by night. 

3 Thoughts of His sojourn in this vale of 

tears — 
The tale of love unfolded in those years 
Of sinless suffering and patient grace, 
I love again — and yet again to trace. 

4 Thoughts of His death — upon the cross I 

And there behold its sad yet healing 


Beacon of hope, which lifted up on high, 
Illumes with heavenly light the tear- 
dimmed eye. 

5 Thoughts of His coming — for that joyful 


In patient hope I watch, and wait, and 

The day draws nigh, the midnight sha- 
dows flee ; 

Oh I what a sun-rise will that advent be ! 

6 Thus, while I journey on my Lord to 

My thoughts and meditations are so 

Of Him on whom I lean, niy strength, 

my stay, 
I can forget the sorrows of the way. 

84. Exodus xv. 2. 6, 6, 3. 

1 Jehovah is our strength, 

And He shall be our song; 
"We shall o'ercome at length, 

Although our foes be strong : 
In vain doth Satan then oppose, 
The Lord is stronger than His foes. 


The Lord our refuge is, 

And ever will remain ; 
Since Pie hath made us His, 

He will our cause maintain: 
In vain our enemies oppose, 
For God is stronger than His foefi, 

The Lord our portion is, 

What can we wish for more ? 

As long as we are His, 
We never can be poor : 

In vain do earth and hell oppose, 

For God is stronger than His foes. 

The Lord our Shepherd is, 
He knows our every need ; 

And since we now are His, 
His care our souls will feed: 

In vain do sin and death oppose, 

For God is stronger than His foes, 

Our God our Father is, 

Our names are on Ilis heart; 

We ever shall be Ilis, 

He ne'er from us will part: 

In vain the world and flesh opposf\ 

For God is stronger than His foes. 


86. John xvii. 12. ?, G. 

1 Lamb of God ! still keep me 

Near to Thy wounded side ; 
'Tis only then in safety 

And peace I can abide ! 
What foes and snares surround me ! 

What doubts and fears within ! 
The grace that sought and found me, 

Alone can keep me clean. 

2 'Tis only in Thee hiding, 

I feel my life secure — 
Only in Thee abiding, 

The conflict can endure : 
Thine arm the vict'ry gaineth 

O'er every hateful foe ; 
Thy love my heart sustaineth 

In all its cares and woe. 

3 Soon shall my eyes behold Thee 

With rapture, face to face ; 
One half hath not been told me 

Of all Thy power and grace : 
Thy beauty, Lord, and glory, 

The wonders of Thy love. 
Shall be the endless story 

Of all Thy saints above. 


80. Cant ii. 16. P.M. 

1 Long did I toil, and know no earthly 

rest ; 
Far did I rove, and found no certain 
home ; 
-At last I sought them in His sheltering 
"Who opes His arms and bids the weary 
come ; 
In Christ I found a home, a rest divine, 
And I since then am His, and He is mine. 

2 Yes ! He is mine ! and naught of earthly 

things — 
Not all the charms of pleasure, wealth, 
or power, 
The fame of heroes or the pomp of kings — 
Could tempt me to forego His love an 
hour ; 
11 Go, worthless world," I cry, "with all 
that's thine ; 
Go, I my Saviour's am, and He is mine.'' 

3 The good I have is from His stores sup- 

The ill is orly what He deems the 
best ; 


He for my friend, I'm rich with naught 


And poor without Him, though of ail 

possest : 

Changes may come — I take, or I resign, 

Content while I am His, and He is mine. 

4 Whate'er may change, in Him no change 

is seen — 
A glorious sun that wanes not, nor 
declines ; 
Above the clouds and storms He walks 
And sweetly on His people's darkness 
All may depart — I fret not nor repine, 
While I my Saviour's am, and He is mine. 

5 While here alas ! I know but half His 

But half discern Him, and but half 
adore ; 
But when I meet Him in the realms 
I hope to love Him better, praise Him 
And feel and tell amid the choir divine, 
How fully I am His, and He is mina 


87. Psalm lvii. 1. CM. 

1 Be mercifal to me, G-od I 
Be merciful to me, 
For though I sink beneath Thy rod, 
Yet do I trust in Thee. 

2 Thou art my refuge, and I know 

My burden Thou dost bear, 
And I would seek, where'er I go, 
To cast on Thee my care. 

3 Thou knowest, Lord, my flesh how frail, 

Strong though my spirit be ; 

Oh ! then assist, when foes assail, 

The soul that clings to Thee. 

4 And, gracious Lord, whate'er befall, 

A thankful heart be mine — 
A heart that answers to Thy call, 
One that is wholly Thine. 

5 And may I ne'er forget that Thou 

Wilt soon return again, 
And those who love Thy coming now 
Shall shine in gl )ry then. 


88. Psalm cxlix. 1-4 P.M. 

1 Praise ye Jehovah, praise the Lord most 


Who cheers the contrite, girds with 

strength the weak ; 
Praise Him who will with glory crown 

the lowly, 
And with salvation beautify the meek. 

2 Praise ye the Lord for all His loving- 

And all the tender mercies He hath 

shown ; 
Praise Him who pardons all our sin and 

And calls us sons, and takes us for His 


3 Praise ye Jehovah ! source of every bless- 

Before His gifts earth's richest boons are 

Resting in Him, His peace and joy pos- 

All things are ours, for we have all in 


4 Praise ye the Father ! G-od the Lord who 

gave us, 
TVith full and perfect love, His only 

Praise ye the Son who died Himself to 

save us ! 
Praise ye the Spirit 1 praise the Three in 


89. Psalm 7. Double CM 

1 Tt.ou art my hiding-place, Lord ! 

In Thee I put my trust ; 
Encouraged by Thy holy word, 

A feeble child of dust: 
I have no argument beside, 

I urge no other plea ; 
And 'tis enough my Saviour died, 

My Saviour died for me I 

2 When storms of fierce temptation beat, 

And furious foes assail, 
My refuge is the mercy-seat, 

My hope within the vail. 
From strife of tongues and bitter words, 

My spirit flies to Thee ; 
Joy to my heart the thought affords, 

My Saviour died for me 1 


3 'Mid trials heavy to be borno, 

When mortal strength is vain — 
A heart with grief and anguish torn— 

A body racked with pain — 
Ah ! what could give the sufferer rest, 

Bid every murmur flee, 
But this, the witness iu my breast, 

My Saviour died for me ! 

4 And when Thine awful voice commands 

This body to decay, 
And life in its last lingering sands, 

Is ebbing fast away — 
Then, though it be in accents weak, 

And faint and tremblingly, 
Oh! give me strength in death to speak, 

" My Saviour died for mel" 


90. Coloss. ill 11. P.M. 

1 Jesus, my Saviour, look on me ! 
For I am weary and opprest ; 

I come to cast my soul on Thee ; 
Thou art my rest. 

2 Look down on me, for I am weak ; 
I feel the toilsome journey's length ; 
Thine aid omnipotent I seek ; 

Thou art my strength. 


3 T am bewildered on my way'; 
Dark and tempestuous is the night; 
Oh! shed Thou forth some cheering ray; 
Thou art my light. 

i I hear the storms around me rise, 
But, when I dread th' impending shock, 
My spirit to her refuge flies ; 
Thou art my rock. 

5 When the accuser flings his darts, 
I look to Thee — my terrors cease ; 
Thy cross a hiding-place imparts ; 

Thou art my peace. 

6 Standing alone on Jordan's brink, 
In that tremendous, latest strife, 
Thou wilt not suffer me to sink ; 

Thou art my life. 

7 Thou wilt my every want supply, 
Even to the end, whate'er befall; 
Through life, in death, eternally, 

Thou art my v)l. 



9L Zeb. iv. 15. CM. 

1 Jesus, :ny sorrow lies too deep 

For human ministry : 
It knows not how to tell itself 
To any but to Thee. 

2 Thou dost remember still, amid 

The glories of God's throne, 
The sorrows of mortality, 
For they were once Thine own. 

3 Yes ! for as if Thou would'st be G-cd, 

E'en in Thy misery, 
There's been no sorrow but Thine own 
Untouched by sympathy. 

4 Jesus, my fainting spirit rings 

Its fearfulness to Thee ; 
Thine eye at least can penetrate 
The clouded mystery. 

6 It is enough, my precious Lord, 
Thy tender sympathy ! 
There is no sorrow e'er so deep 
But I may bring to Thee. 


92. 1 Peter i 8. 8. 8. & 

1 Jesus, I lore Thee ! Thou dost know 
How true my love, how deep my woe ; 

Almost too deep to bear ! 
But Thou wilt guide me by Thy hand, 
Strong in Thy strength I yet may stand, 

Still resting in Thy care. 

2 Thou wilt not leave the weakest one ; 
Though every outward hope be gone, 

I know that Thou art nigh ; 
Man knows not what my sufferings are, 
He can not know ; he would not care ; 

But Thou art sympathy. 

3 Thou wilt not let my footsteps fail, 

. Nor let me, jourueying through this vale, 
Bring on Thy G-ospel shame; 
Though naught is mine but sin and woe, 
Yet in Thy righteousness I go, 

And triumph in Thy name. 

4 And when the bitter cup is past, 
And when I sink in death at last, 

It is to be witli Thee ; 
To come with Thee in clouds of heaven, 
Ransomed, pure, holy, Thine, forgiven, 

Ever to reign with Thee. 


83. Psalm xxxix. 9. S.M. 

1 It is Thy hand, my God ! 

My sorrow comes from Thee— 
I bow beneath Thy chastening rod ; 
'Tis love that bruises me. 

2 I would not murmur, Lord, 
Before Thee I am dumb — 
Lest I should breathe one murmuring 
To Thee for help I come. 

My God 1 Thy name is Love, 

A Father's hand is Thine ; 
"With tearful eye I look above, 

And cry, u Thy will be mine." 

4 I know Thy will is right, 

Though it may seem severe ; 
Thy path is still unsullied light, 
Though dark it oft appear. 

5 Jesus for me hath died ; 

Thy Son Thou didst not spare ; 
His pierced hands, His bleeding side^ 
Thy love for me declare 


6 Here my poor heart can rest— 
My G-od I it cleaves to Theo ; 
Thy will is love, Thine end is blest, 
All work for good to me. 

94. Isaiah xlii. 11 P.M. 

1 I know not the way I am going, 

But well do I know my Guide ; 
"With a child-like trust I give my hand 

To the mighty Friend by my side. 
The only thing that I say to Him, 

As lie takes it, is : " Hoi 1 it fast, 
Suffer me not to lose my way, 

And bring me home at last." 

As when some helpless wanderer, 

Alone in an unknown land, 
Tells the guide his destined place of rest, 

And leaves all else in his hand : 
'Tis home, 'tis home that we wish to 
reach ; 

He who guides us may choose the way; 
Little we heed what path we take. 

If nearer home each day. 


95. Bom. xiii. 11. P.M. 

] One sweetly solemn thought, 
Comes to me o'er and o'er — 
I am nearer home to-day 

Than I ever have been before. 

2 Nearer my Father's house, 

Where the many mansions be ; 
Nearer the great white throne ; 
Nearer the crystal sea ; 

3 Nearer the bound of life, 

Where we lay our burdens down ; 
Nearer leaving the cross ; 
Nearer gaining the crown. 

4 But lying darkly between, 

Winding down through the night, 
Is the deep and unknown stream, 
That leads at last to the light. 

6 Jesus, perfect my trust, 

Strengthen the hand of my faith ; 

Let me feel Thee near when I stand 

On the edge of the shore of death. 


6 Feel Thee near when my feet 
Are slipping over the brink ; 
For it may be, I'm nearer home — 
Nearer now than I think. 


98. 1 The-ss. iv. 14. L.M. 

1 Asleep in Jesus 1 blessed sleep ! 

From which none ever wakes to weep ; 
A calm and undisturbed repose, 
Unbroken by the last of foes ! 

2 Asleep in Jesus ! oh ! how sweet 
To be for such a slumber meet! 
With holy confidence to sing, 

That death has lost his venomed sting I 

3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest ! 
Whose waking is supremely blest : 
No fear, no woe shall dim that hour 
That manifests the Saviour's power. 

4 Asleep in Jesus ! oh ! for mo 
May such a blissful refuge be ! 
Securely shall my ashes lie, 
Waiting the summons from on high. 


5 Asleep in Jesus ! time nor space 
Debars this precious hiding-place ; 
On Indian plains or Northern snows 
Believers find the same repose. 

6 Asleep in Jesus ! far from Thee 

Thy kindred and their graves may be ! 
But thine is still a blessed sleep, 
From which none ever wakes to weep. 

97. Heb. iv. 3. P.M. 

1 Jesus, we rest in Thee, 

In Thee ourselves we hide ; 
Laden with guilt and misery, 

Where could we rest beside ? 
'Tis on Thy meek and lowly breast 
Our weary souls alone can rest. 

2 Thou holy One of God ! 

The Father rests in Thee, 
And in the savor of that blood 

Once shed on Calvary. 
The curse is gone— through Thee we're 

God rests in Thee — in Thee we rest.. 


3 The slaves of sin and fear — 

Thy truth our bondage broke ; 
Our happy spirits love to wear 

Thy light and easy yoke. 
The love which fills our grateful breast 
Makes duty joy, and labor rest. 

4 Soon the bright, glorious day — 
The rest of God shall come ; 
Sorrow and sin shall pass away, 
And we shall reach our home : 
Then of the promised land possessed, 
Our souls shall know eternal rest. 

98. 1 Thess. iv. 13. CM. 

1 Take comfort, Christians, when youi 
In Jesus fall asleep ; 
Their better being never ends — 
Why then dejected weep ? 

2 Why inconsolable, as those 
To whom no hope is given ? 
Death is the messenger of peace, 
And calls the soul to heaven- 


3 As Jesus died, and rose again, 

Victorious from the dead ; 
So His disciples rise, and reign 
With their triumphant Head. 

4 The time draws nigh, when from the 

Christ shall with shouts descend ; 
And the last trumpet's awful voice 
The heavens and earth shall rend. 

5 Then they who live shall changed be, 

And they who sleep shall wake ; 
The graves shall yield their ancient 
And earth's foundations shake. 

6 The saints of God, from death set free, 

With joy shall mount on high ; 
The heavenly hosts with praises loud, 
Shall meet them in the sky. 

Together to their Father's house, 

With joyful hearts they go ; 
And dwell for ever with the Lord, 

Beyond the reach of woe. 

8 A few short years of evil past, 
We i each the happy shore, 
Where death-divided friends at last 
Shall ra^et to part no more. 


99. Ads vii. 59. P.M. 

1 My soul, go boldly forth, 
Forsake this sinful earth ; 
What hath it been to thee 

But pain and sorrow? 
And think'st thou it will be 
Better to-morrow ? 

2 Why art thou for delay ? 
Thou cara'st not here to stay ; 
"What tak'st thou for thy part 

But heavenly pleasure? 
"Where then should be thy heart 
But where's thy treasuro ? 

3 Thy God, thy Head's above ; 
There is the world of love ; 
Mansions there purchased are, 

By Christ's own merit, 
For these He doth prepare 
Thee by His Spirit. 

4 Lord Jesus, take my spirit, 
I trust Thy love and merit ; 
Take home Thy wand'ring sheep, 

For Thou hast sought it ; 
My soul in safety keep, 

For Thou hast bought it 



100. 2Tim.iv. 6. L.M. 

1 The hour of my departure's come, 

I hear the voice thai; calls me home 
At last, Lord ! let trouble cease, 
And let Thy servant die in peace. 

2 Not in mine innocence I trust ; 
I bow before Thee in the dust ; 

And through my Saviour's blood alon 
I look for mercy at Thy throne. 

3 I leave the world without a tear, 
Save for the friends I held so dear , 
To heal their sorrows, Lord, descend, 
And to the friendless prove a friend. 

4 I come, I come at Thy command, 
I give my spirit to Thy hand ; 
Stretch forth Thine everlasting arms, 
And shield me in the last alarms. 

5 The hour of my departure's come. 

I hear the voice that calls me home ; 
Now, oh ! my God, let trouble cease, 
Now let Thy servant die In peace. 


They ftung as it were a new song before tn* 
throne." (Rev. xiv. 8.) 


A littie while, No. 1 9 

A pilgrim through, 49 

Ah ! I shall soon, 28 

All that I was, 16 

And are we yet alive, 72 

Asleep in Jesus, 96 

Awake ye saints, S9 

Away with our sorrow, 15 

Be merciful to me, 87 

Beiuved, it is well, 63 

Blessed be God, 25 

Breast the wave, 96 

Do not I love Thee, 59 

Earth has engrossed, 54 

Faint not, Christian, 13 

For ever with the Lord, 8 

Give to the winds, 5 

Glory to God on high, £7 

lie bids us come, 12 

Hope of our hearts, 45 

How blest is our sister, 30 

I have a home, vi 


( hear a voice, No. 64 

' ( heard the voice of Jesus, 26 

L journey through a desert, 83 

[ know not the way, 94 

I lay my sins on Jesus, 1 

I'm going to leave, 58 

I thought upon my sins, 42 

I was a wandering sheep, 51 

If God is mine, 47 

In Thy name, Lord, 20 

Is God for me, 31 

It is Thy hand, 93 

Jehovah is our strength, 84 

Jesus, I love Thee, 92 

Jesus, my Saviour, 90 

Jesus, my sorrow, 91 

Jesus, our Lord, 70 

Jesus, Thy name, 80 

Jesus, we rest in Thee, 97 

Just as I am, 4 

Let me be with Thee, 34 

Let sinners saved, 61 

Let worldly minds, 24 

Long did I toil, S6 

Look thou with pity, 6 

Lord Jesus, are we one, 27 

Lord, it belongs not, 3 

My God, my Father, 35 


My sins are blotted out, No. 43 

My soul, go boldly forth, 99 

Nearer, my God, to Thee, 55 

No condemnation, 9 

gracious Shepherd, 77 

haste away, 21 

holy Saviour, 23 

Lamb of God, 85 

Lord, who now art seated, 10 

Thou, the contrite sinner's friend, .... 41 

One prayer I have, 50 

One sweetly solemn thought, 95 

Our times, 6 

Pass away, earthly joy, 75 

Praise ye Jehovah, 88 

Prayer is the breath, 65 

Prayer was appointed, 73 

Press forward, 60 

Rejoice for a brother, 29 

Rejoice, ye saints, 14 

Sing we the song, 48 

Soon and for ever, ^ 74 

Sow in the morn, 71 

Spirit Divine ! attend, 46 

Stand up, and bless the Lord, 38 

Take comfort, Christians, 98 

The Church has waited, 22 

The hour of my departure, 100 


The Spirit in our hearts, No. 44 

Thee will I love, 66 

There is an eye, 76 

There is an hour, 50 

There is a morning star 81 

Thou art my hiding- place, 89 

Through the love, 82 

Walk in the light, f 8 

We cannot always trace, 82 

We love the Lord, 40 

We'll sing of Christ, 17 

Welcome, days, 53 

What cheering words, 11 

What Grace, Lord, 79 

When along, 7 

When I by faith, 86 

When I listen, 52 

When the spark, 57 

When this passing world, 2 

When waves of sorrow, 83 

When we cannot see, 18 

Would'st thou be wise, 68